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THE  BENSON  LIBRARY  OF  HYMNOLOGY 

Endowed  by  the  Reverend 

Louis  Fitzgerald  Benson,  d.d. 

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BY  WILLIAM   HUNTER. 


Cincinnati: 

PRINTED  AT  THE  METHODIST  BOOS  CONCERN. 

*  .    P.    THOMTSOX,    PRINTER. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress  in  the  year 
1851,  by  William  Hunter,  in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the 
District  Court  of  the  Western  District  of  Pennsylvania. 


STEREOTYPED  BT  L.  JOHNSON  AND  00. 
PHILADELPHIA. 


PREFACE. 


Former  editions  of  this  book  have  met  wr'th 
almost  unparalleled  favor.  A  new  one  seems  to 
be  required-  It  is  true  that  several  of  the  churches 
have  recently  been  revising  and  remodeling  their 
church  hymn-books.  But  this  book  is  designed 
to  occupy  another  sphere.  It  is  not  a  church 
hymn-book;  but  rather  a  book  of  pious  songs  for 
the  family  and  religious  social  circle.  It  is  im- 
possible that  all  the  good  hymns  in  the  language 
should  be  embraced  in  any  one  church  hymn- 
book.  Some  are  omitted  because  they  are  not 
needed  in  the  department  of  subjects  to  which 
they  belong.  Some,  though  excellent  in  them- 
selves, cannot  easily  be  classified;  and  are  thus 
passed  over.  The  literary  and  poetical  exe  :u::;n 
of  some  will  scarcely  entitle  them  to  a  place  in 
such  collections;  yet  they  are  not  destitute  of 
merit,  and  will  not  be  thrown  away  by  the  people, 
who  generally  appreciate  simplicity  and  pathos 
more  than  sublimity  of  subject  and  elegance  of 
ftyle.  Again,  new  pieces,  of  merit,  are  constantly 
making  their  appearance.  So  that,  however  ex- 
cellent a  standard  church  hymn-book  may  be, 
there  will  probably  always  be  a  demand  for  work* 

3 


4  PREFACE. 

of  this  class.  People  will  never  content  them* 
selves  to  sing  only  what  is  contained  between  the 
lids  of  church  hymn-books.  In  addition  to  what 
such  a  book  contains,  there  is  a  kind  of  tradi- 
tional hymnology  transmitted  from  generation  to 
generation,  much  of  it  justly  offensive  to  persons 
of  cultivated  taste,  but  adhered  to,  like  the  rude 
ballads  of  a  nation,  with  wonderful  tenacity. 
Withal,  it  is  not  destitute  of  excellences;  and 
sometimes  contains  lyrical  gems  of  as  pure  and 
serene  a  ray  as  any  to  be  found  elsewhere.  Some 
of  the  finest  strains  of  Wesley,  formerly,  were 
only  to  be  met  in  pious  song-books,  mixed  up 
with  choruses  and  ditties  of  very  humble,  if  not 
contemptible  character.  Witness,  for  instance, 
that  noble  song, 

"  Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above." 

This  one,  and  a  number  of  similar  character,  legi- 
timately belonging  by  prior  right  to  the  Select 
Melodies,  are  now  to  be  found  in  the  standard 
Methodist  church  hymn-book.  And  the  editor 
of  the  Melodies  desires  that  it  may  be  remem- 
bered, that  whenever  the  same  hymn  is  found  both 
in  this  book  and  in  the  church  book,  it  was  in- 
serted in  the  church  book  after  it  had  been  se- 
lected for  the  Melodies.  In  selecting  the  Melodies, 
we  took  none  from  the  Methodist  hymn-book. 
But  the  compilers,  first  of  the  "  Supplement,"  and 
then  of  the  hymn-book,  took  such  as  were  in  the 


PREFACE.  & 

Melodies.  Hence,  although  the  book  of  "  Select 
Melodies"  was  designed  to  comprise  only  such 
hymns  as  were  not  found  in  the  standard  Metho- 
dist hymn-book,  it  has  not  given  up  those  to  which 
it  seemed  to  have  a  right  by  previous  appropria- 
tion, though  they  have  afterwards  found  their 
way  into  the  church  book.  We  are  not  to  be 
understood  here  as  complaining  of  the  insertion  of 
these  hymns  in  the  church  hymn-book;  but  only 
as  justifying  their  continuance  in  this  book. 

In  the  present  edition  of  this  book,  some  of  the 
less  popular  and  inferior  hymns  of  the  old  edition 
are  omitted,  and  their  place  supplied  with  new 
selections,  original  songs,  and  translations  from 
the  German.  The  original  songs  of  the  former 
edition  having  been  favorabty  received,  the  author 
has  felt  himself  encouraged  to  venture  a  few  more 
from  his  portfolio.  Hymns,  properly  speaking — 
congregational  hymns — he  has  not  aspired  to 
write,  but  pious  songs  for  more  humble  occasions. 
The  original  pieces  are  distinguished  by  the  ini- 
tials of  the  author — translations  by  the  initials 
of  the  translator,  with  an  asterisk  prefixed, 
thufl:*W.H. 

Frequent  references  are  made  to  the  pages  of 
the  "Minstrel  of  Zion,"  published  by  John  Ball, 
Philadelphia,  for  a  suitable  tune  to  the  hymns. 
The  Minstrel  and  the  Melodies  will  be  found 
adapted  to  each  other. 

Among  many  others,  we  select  the  following 


,' 


PREFACE. 


>  6 

commendatory  notices  of  former  editions  ol  thil 

I  wnrl- 


work. 

*  Since  it  is  so  that  there  must  be  a  collection  ol 
popular  hymns  for  prayer-meetings  and  the  social  cfr 
ele,  we  are  glad  to  see  that  this  matter  has  been  taken 
in  hand  by  one  so  -well  calculated  to  do  it  justice  as  th« 
editor  of  the  present  volume.  Two  things  in  this  col 
lection  will  make  very  much  in  its  favor — the  absenc* 
of  those  doggerel  ditties,  which  are  a  reproach  to  an 
enlightened  people,  and  the  presence  of  some  hymns, 
which,  though  not  in  our  standard  hymn-book,  will 
not  suffer  on  a  comparison  with  some  of  Mr.  Wesley's 
most  evangelical  strains.  We  discover  also  some  beau- 
tiful originals."     ******* 

Christian  Advocate  and  Journal. 

u  This,  in  our  opinion,  is  much  superior  to  any  other 
sollection  of  spiritual  songs  presented  to  the  public  fot 
many  years.    It  is  a  selection  of  the  best,  improved  by 
additions  from  the  pen  of  the  compiler."      *      *      * 
Western  Christian  AdvocccU. 


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CONTENTS. 


IhVTTING 9 

Seeking  Saltation SI 

Prater 38 

Christian  Experience 59 

Describing  Christ 91 

Praise 104 

Christian  Pilgrimage  and  Warfare..  115 

Rejoicing  in  Hope 132 

The  Word 169 

Christmas 173 

The  Resurrection 180 

MlSSIONART    ...    184 

Valedictort 199 

Sundat  School 209 

Miscellaneous 221 


SELECT  MELODIES: 

A  COLLECTION  OF  FAVORITE  HYMNS. 


inviting. 

8  lines  8s  and  7s. 

MUSIC  RECLAIMED. — C.  WESLEY. 

T  ISTED  into  the  cause  of  sin, 
-*-*  Why  should  a  good  be  evil  ? 
Music,  alas  !  too  long  has  been 

Press'd  to  obey  the  devil: 
Drunken  or  light  or  lewd,  the  lay 

Tends  to  the  souVs  undoing; 
Widens  and  strews  with  flowers  the  way 

Down  to  eternal  ruin. 

2  Who  on  the  part  of  God  will  rise  ? 

Innocent  sounds  recover  ? 
Fly  on  the  prey,  and  seize  the  prize ; 

Plunder  the  carnal  lover  ; 
Strip  him  of  every  moving  strain, 

Every  melting  measure; 
Music  in  virtue's  cause  retain  ; 

Rescue  the  holy  pleasure. 

8  Come,  let  us  try  if  Jesus'  love 
Will  not  as  well  inspire  us ; 
This  is  the  theme  of  those  above  ; 

This  upon  earth  can  fire  us : 
Try  if  your  hearts  are  tuned  to  sing; 
Is  there  a  subject  greater? 

9 


10  INVITING. 

Harmony  all  its  strains  may  bring; 
But  Jesus'  name  is  sweeter. 

4  Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is  ; 

His  is  the  noblest  passion; 
Jesus'  name  is  life  and  peace, 

Happiness  and  salvation : 
Jesus'  name  the  dead  can  raise, 

Show  us  our  sins  forgiven ; 
Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace, 

Carry  us  up  to  heaven. 

5  "Who  have  a  right  like  us  to  sing, 

Us  whom  his  mercy  raises  ? 
Cheerful  our  hearts,  for  Christ  is  King  • 

Joyful  are  all  our  faces : 
Who  of  his  perfect  love  partakes, 

He  evermore  rejoices: 
Melody  in  our  hearts  we  make, 

Melody  with  our  voices. 

6  He  that  a  sprinkled  conscience  hath, 

He  that  in  God  is  merry, 
Let  him  sing  psalms,  the  Spirit  saith, 

Joyful  and  never  weary  ; 
Offer  the  sacrifice  of  praise 

In  spirit,  never  ceasing ; 
Spiritual  songs  and  anthems  raise, 

Worship,  and  thanks,  and  blessing 

7  Then  let  us  in  his  praises  join, 

Triumph  in  his  salvation ; 
Glory  ascribe  to  love  divine, 

Worship  and  adoration. 
Heaven  already  is  begun, 

Opened  in  each  believer; 
Only  believe,  and  then  sing  on  ; 

Heaven  is  yours  for  ever. 


inviting.  11 


4  lines  8s. 


H"EAR  the  royal  proclamation, 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation  ; 
Published  now  to  every  creature, 
To  the  ruined  sons  of  nature : 


ch:: 

Lo !  he  reigns,  he  reign*  victorious; 

Over  heave?i  and  earth,  most  glorious, 

Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying. 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
"Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
Now  is  offered  by  the  Saviour." 

Lo!  he  reigns,  3fC* 

3  Ho  !  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 

Who  have  wrought  your  own  undoing, 
Here  are  life  and  free  salvation, 
Offered  to  the  whole  creation. 

Lo  I  he  reigns,  $c 

4  Here  are  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey, 
Come,  and  purchase  without  money; 
Mercy,  like  a  flowing  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 

Lo  !  he  reign;,  eye. 

£  For  this  love  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Purling  streams  and  crystal  fountains, 
Roaring  thunders,  lightning  blazes, 
Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises. 

Lo  !  he  reigns,  3fC 


12  INVITING. 

q  L.  M. — Fly  to  the  destrt. 

"  THE    WATER   OF   LIFE. — F.  E.  PITTS. 

T^LY  to  the  fountain,  fly  with  me, 
-*-     It  rolls  divinely  pure  and  free ; 
For  travellers  fainting  in  distress, 
'Twas  opened  in  the  wilderness. 

2  When  Israel  saw  the  healing  tide, 
Fresh  flowing  from  the  mountain  side, 
It  quenched  their  thirst  and  quelled  th«ii 

strife, 
An  emblem  of  the  stream  of  life. 

8  To  David's  house  it  first  was  given, 
To  taste  its  stream  and  think  of  heaven ; 
Now  every  tribe  beneath  the  sun 
May  to  the  living  waters  run. 

4  To  every  land,  to  every  race, 

In  "  every  dry  and  barren  place," 
The  water's  free,  and  free  the  call ; 
None  are  denied,  but  welcome  all. 

5  To  wake  the  world,  and  all  invite, 
The  Spirit  and  the  Bride' unite  ; 
And  let  the  news  be  carried  home, 
And  every  one  that  hears  it,  come. 

6  The  thirsty,  in  the  desert  place, 

May  hear  the  welcome  word  of  grace; 
Though  dying,  if  he  will  believe, 
Eternal  life  he  shall  receive. 

7  "Ho  !  every  one,"  the  prophet  cries— 
And  every  one,  my  soul  replies — 
For  every  one  there's  ample  room, 
Then  freely  to  the  waters  come. 


INVITING.  13 


b  C.  M. 

/^OME,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
^  A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolYe : 

•  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  : 

I  know  his  courts.  I'll  enter  in, 

"Whatever  may  oppose. 

II  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess  : 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

"I'll  to  my  gracious  King  approach, 

"Whose  scepter  pardon  gives  ; 
Perhaps  he  may  command  a  touch, 

And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

"Perhaps  he  may  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  he'll  hear  my  prayer; 

But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

"I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

I  must  for  ever  die." 

)  C.  ML 

"TOEHOLD  the  wretch  whose  lust  and  wi&t 
■*-*  Had  wasted  his  estate, 
He  begs  a  share  among  the  swine, 
To  taste  the  husks  they  eat  I 


14  INVITING. 

2  "I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries, 

11 1  starve  in  foreign  lands  ; 
My  father's  house  has  large  supplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  *  *  I'll  go,  and,  with  a  mournful  tongue 

Fall  down  before  his  face; 
Father,  I've  done  thy  justice  wrong, 
Nor  can  deserve  thy  grace." 

4  He  said,  and  hastened  to  his  home, 

To  seek  his  father's  love ; 
The  father  sees  the  rebel  come, 
And  all  his  bowels  move. 

6  He  ran,  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 
Embraced  and  kissed  his  son  ; 
The  rebel's  heart  with  sorrow  breaks 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  "  Take  off  his  clothes  of  shame  and  sin." 

The  father  gives  command  ; 
u  Dress  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
"With  rings  adorn  his  hand 

7  u  A  day  of  feasting  I  ordain, 

Let  joy  and  mirth  abound : 
My  son  was  dead,  and  lives  again ; 
Was  lost,  and  now  is  found." 


6 


4  lines  7s. 

"OEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
-*-    I  have  sought  the  world  around; 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 
Peace  and  comfort  never  found. 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 
Turns  a  fugitive  unblest; 


_ 


INVITING.  15 

Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
Oh,  receive  me  to  your  rest ! 

Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave: 
Where  you  live  shall  he  my  home, 

"Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 

Tell  me  not  of  gain  or  loss, 

Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp,  or  power : 

Welcome  poverty,  and  cross, 

Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  hour. 

"  Follow  me  !''   I  know  thy  voice, 

Jesus.  Lord,  thy  steps  I  see ; 
Now  I  take  thy  yoke  by  choice ; 

Light  the  burden  now  to  me. 


1  L.  M. — Harvest  Home. 

^THOUGH  in  the  outward  church  below, 
-*-    The  wheat  and  tares  together  grow ; 
Angels,  ere  long,  will  reap  the  crop, 
And  burn  the  tares  in  anger  up. 


For  soon  the  reaping-time  icill  come, 
And  angeh  shout  the  harvest  home. 

%  Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  there, 
To  recollect  their  stations  here ; 
How  much  they  heard,  how  mucb  they  knew, 
How  much  among  the  wheat  they  grew? 
For  soon,  3fc. 

8  Oh!  this  will  aggravate  their  case, 
They  perished  under  means  of  grace; 


16  INVITING. 

To  them  the  word  of  life  and  faith 
Became  an  instrument  of  death. 

For  soon,  $c 

4  We  seem  alike  when  thus  we  meet, 
Strangers  might  think  we  all  are  wheat} 
But  to  the  Lord's  all-searching  eyes, 
Each  heart  appears  without  disguise. 

For  soon,  $1 

6  The  tares  are  spared  for  various  ends, 
Some  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends ; 
Others,  the  Lord,  against  their  will, 
Employs  his  counsels  to  fulfil. 

For  soon,  JfC. 

6  But  though  they  grow  so  tall  and  strong 
His  plan  will  not  require  them  long; 

In  harvest,  when  he  saves  his  own, 
The  tares  shall  into  hell  be  thrown. 

For  soon,  $c. 

7  Most  awful  thought,  and  is  it  so  ? 
Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know  ? 
Is  every  man  a  wheat  or  tare  ? 

Me  for  that  harvest,  Lord,  prepare. 

For  soon,  £c. 

n  L.  M. 

U  FREEDOM   TO  THE   CAPTIVES. 

GO  forth,  ye  heralds,  and  proclaim 
The  wonders  of  a  Saviour's  namt  j 
Proclaim  the  year  of  jubilee, 
And  bid  the  captives  now  go  free. 

CHORUS. 

Oh,  hallelujah  !  grace  is  free : 
There's  enough  for  each,  enough  for  all. 
Enough  for  evermore. 


INVITING.  17 

2  Go  spread  the  victory  of  his  cross, 
And  reckon  all  things  else  but  loss; 
Waft  the  glad  sound  from  sea  to  sea, 
And  bid  the  captives  now  go  free. 

8  Go  tell  poor  sinners  all  around, 

The  dead  may  live,  the  lost  be  found ; 
Show  what  he  purchased  on  the  tree, 
And  bid  the  captives  now  go  free. 

4  Proclaim  the  Gospel-news  around, 
That  all  may  know  the  joyful  sound , 
Go  sound  the  trump  of  jubilee, 

And  bid  the  captives  now  go  free 

5  The  great  commission!  make  it  known; 
Let  bleeding  love  to  all  be  shown ; 

The  deaf  may  hear,  the  blind  may  see, 
And  every  captive  soul  go  free. 

6  'Tis  blessed  news!  ye  heralds,  run; 
Soon  will  your  day  of  toil  be  done ; 
;Tis  grace,  free  grace  and  liberty, 
And  captives  all  may  now  go  free. 


9 


C.  *L—The  Mellow  Horn* 

THE    TEAR   OF  JUBILEE. — W.  H. 

TTOW  brightly  beams  the  day  of  graae, 
•"-  The  day  of  freedom,  dear 
To  all  the  toiling,  wretched  race, 

Oppressed  by  slavish  fear  ! 
How  sweet  the  trumpet-accents  sail 

On  airy  pinions  free, 

♦Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  HO. 


18  IXTITIXG. 

To  listening  ears  that  wait  to  hail 
"  The  year  of  Jubilee." 


Th e  ju b ilee  !   Th  e  year  of  ju b ilee  ! 

The  jubilee!   The  year  of  jubilee! 

How  sweet  the  trumpet-accents  sail,  <}■& 

2   i"e  laboring  souls  of  Adam's  race, 

With  Satan's  fetters  bound, 
Throw  otf  your  chains,  your  hands  upraise, 

And  hail  the  joyful  sound  : 
Ye  slaves  of  Satan,  toil  no  more, 

The  gospel  cries  '-Be  free;" 
And  raise  the  shout  from  shore  to  shore, 

••The  year  of  jubilee."  Chorus, 

S  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought  your  lands, 

And  bade  your  hopes  adieu, 
Your  Lord,  with  his  own  bleeding  hands, 

Has  bought  them  back  for  you: 
Return,  ye  exiles,  to  your  homes — 

Your  kindred  haste  to  see  ; 
The  happy  day  of  grace  hath  come — 

•;  The  year  of  jubilee."  Chorut. 

Ye  watchmen,  blow  the  trumpet  strong 

Through  every  glen  and  vale ; 
And  roll  the  notes  of  joy  along 

On  every  freeborn  gale. 
How  happy  they  who  know  the  sound, 

How  great  their  transports  be  ! 
Their    hearts,  with    quickening  raptures 
bound, 

To  hail  the  iubile<\  Chorus. 


10 


INVITING. 


8,  7,  4.— Sadness* 


19 


CIXXER3,  Trill  you  scorn  the  message, 
^  Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence — oh,  how  tender  ! 

Every  line  is  full  of  love; 
Listen  to  it — 

Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel, 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim. 
To  each  rebel  sinner — "Pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name!" 

How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  ! 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor; 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  tout  fears, 
And  with  news  of  consolatior, 
Chase  away  the  falling  te  irs  ; 

Tender  heralds — 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  Who  hath  our  report  believed  ! 

Who  received  the  jovfu4  word  ? 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon, 
Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

Can  you  slight  it — 
Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 
$  Oh,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 
Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way, 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay: 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  1&4. 


20  INVITING. 

11 

T  IFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
-*-*  The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward, 
And  -while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
Oh !  hasten,  sinner,  to  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given 
T'  escape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven, 
The  day  of  grace  when  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might,  pursue: 
Since  no  device  or  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

4  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passed 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste : 
Oh,  may  we  all  improve  the  grace, 
And  see  with  joy  thy  glorious  face. 


12 


L.M. 


"OEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door ! 

-*-*  He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before 

Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still ; 

You  use  no  other  friend  so  ill. 
2  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 

He  will — the  very  friend  you  need : 

The  Man  of  Nazareth  is  he, 

"With  garments  dyed  from  Calvary. 
8  Oh,  lovely  attitude !  he  stands 

"With  melting  heart  and  open  hands ; 

Oh,  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 

That  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 
4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 

Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine ; 


13 


14 


INVITING.  21 

Turn  out  that  hateful  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

3,  3,  6. 

DINNER,  come, 

^   Mid  thy  gloom, 
All  thy  guilt  confessing, 

Trembling,  now, 

Contrite  bow, 
Take  the  offered  blessing. 

2  Sinner,  come, 
While  there  's  room, 

"While  the  feast  is  waiting; 

While  the  Lord, 

By  his  word, 
Kindly  is  inviting. 

3  Sinner,  come  ; 
Lo,  the  tomb 

Opens  wide  before  thee ! 

See  death  stand — 

Lift  his  hand, 
Waiting  to  devour  thee. 

4  Sinner,  come, 
Ere  thy  doom 

Shall  be  sealed  forever ; 

Now  return, 

Grieve  and  mourn, 
Flee  to  Christ  the  Saviour. 

6,4. 

f^HILD  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

^  Filled  with  dismay, 

Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 

Yield  thee  to-day ; 


22  INVITING. 

Heaven  bids  thee  come, 
"While  yet  there  's  room  ; 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Hear  and  obey. 

2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow 

Help  from  on  high : 
Grieve  not  that  love, 
"Which  from  above, 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
"Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

15  7,6. 

OTOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think 
^  Before  you  farther  go  ; 
Can  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide, 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command 
Soon  'twill  stop  your  sport  and  pride. 

And  sink  you  with  the  damned. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

"With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day, 

WThen  his  judgment  he  proclaims; 
And  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  flames  ? 

8  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 
And  drag  you  to  the  bar; 
Then,  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 
Will  nil  you  with  despair  ; 


INVITING.  23 

All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  a  blood-crimson  dye, 
Each  for  vengeance  cries  aloud, 

And  what  will  you  reply  ? 

4  Though  your  hearts  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  foreheads  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

lie  will  not  let  you  pass : 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Though  they  now  despise  his  grace,.) 
"  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face.'"' 

6  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know: 
Though  his  arm  be  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow; 
'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died; 

Sinners  He  invites  to  come, 
None  that  come  shall  be  denied — 

He  says  there  still  is  room. 


16 


C.  M. 


A  TTEND,  young  friends,  while  I  relate 
-^  The  dangers  you  are  in  ; 
The  evils  that  around  you  wait, 

While  you  remain  in  sin. 
Although  you  nourish  like  the  rose, 

Amid  its  branches  green ; 
Your  sparkling  eyes  in  death  mus-t  close, 

And  never  more  be  seen. 

2  In  silent  shades  must  you  lie  down, 
Long  in  your  graves  to  dwell ; 
Your  friends  will  then  stand  weeping  roun^ 
And  take  their  long  farewell. 


24  INVITING. 

How  small  this  world  will  then  appear, 

At  the  tremendous  hour 
When  you  Jehovah's  voice  shall  hear, 

And  feel  his  mighty  power  ! 

3  Departed  days,  the  harvest  past, 

In  vain  you  then  shall  mourn ; 
Your  golden  hours  are  spent  at  last, 

And  never  will  return. 
Oh,  come  this  moment,  seek  the  Lord; 

Accept  his  offers  now ; 
Yield  to  the  mandate  of  his  word, 

And  at  his  altar  bow. 


17 


L.  II. — double. 

C.  GILES. 


"VTOUNGr  people,  all  attention  give, 
■*■    While  I  address  you  in  God's  name  : 
You  who  in  sin  and  folly  live, 

Come  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend. 
I  sought  for  bliss  in  glittering  toys, 

And  ranged  th'  alluring  scenes  of  vice, 
But  never  found  substantial  joys 

Until  I  heard  my  Saviour's  voite. 

2  He  spake  my  sins  at  once  forgiven, 

And  washed  my  load  of  guilt  away; 
He  gave  me  pardon,  peace,  and  heaven, 

And  thus  I  found  the  good  old  way : 
And  now  with  trembling  sense  I  view 

Huge  billows  roll  beneath  your  feet ; 
For  death  eternal  vraits  for  you, 

And  hell  is  moved  your  souls  to  meet. 

8  Youth,  like  the  spring,  will  soon  be  gone, 
By  fleeting  time  or  conquering  death; 


nmtnrd.  25 

Yon  morning  sun  may  set  at  noon, 
So  transient  is  our  mortal  breath ; 

Your  sparkling  eyes  and  blooming  cheekfl 
Must  wither  like  the  blasted  rose ; 

The  coffin,  earth,  and  winding-sheet, 
Will  soon  your  active  limbs  enclose. 

A  Ye  heedless  ones  that  wildly  stroll, 

The  grave  must  soon  become  your  bed, 
Where  silence  reigns,  and  vapors  roll, 
In  solemn  silence  round  your  head ; 
Your    friends    may   pass    that    lonesome 
place, 
And  with  a  sigh  move  slowly  on, 
Still  gazing  on  the  spires  of  grass, 

With  which  your  graves  are  overgrown, 

5  But  oh,  the  soul  where  vengeance  reigns, 

Sinks  down  with  groans  and  ceaseless 
cries  ; 
It  rolls  amidst  the  burning  flames 

In  endless  wo  and  agonies : 
There  swallowed  up  in  darkest  night, 

Where  devils  howl,  and  thunders  roar, 
To  rage  in  keen  despair  and  guilt, 

When    thousand    thousand    years    are 
o'er. 

6  0  fellow-youth !  this  is  the  state 

Of  all  who  God's  free  grace  refuse, 
And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late 

The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose . 
Come,  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by, 

No  longer  fight  against  your  Lord ; 
But  with  my  mission  now  comply, 

And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 


26  INVITING. 


18 


L.  M. —  Will  you  go  9 

WE  are  travelling  home  to  heaven  tl  Y!Q\ 
Will  you  go  ?    Will  yon  go  t 
To  sir»g  a  Saviour's  dying  love ; 

Will  you  go  f    Will  you  go? 
Our  sun  shall  there  no  more  go  down ; 
Our  mov>n  shall  never  be  withdrawn ; 
Our  days  of  mourning  past  and  gone ; 
Wivl  you  go  ?    Will  you  go  ? 

2  We  are  goingr  to  walk  the  plains  of  light ; 
Will  you,  §c. 
Where  perfect  day  dispels  the  night ; 

Will  you,  §c. 
The  crown  of  life  we  all  shall  wear, 
And  palms  of  victory  shall  bear  ; 
And  heavenly  joys  forever  share; 
Will  you  go  ?    Will  you  go  ? 

8  We  are  going  to  strike  the  golden  lyre ; 
Will  you,  Sfe, 
And  sing  with  all  the  angels*  choir  ; 

Will  you,  $c. 
We'll  tell  of  God's  redeeming  grace  ; 
We'll  see  our  Saviour  face  to  face; 
And  evermore  proclaim  his  praise; 
Will  you  go  ?    Will  you  go  f 

4  The  way  to  heaven  is  free  to  all ; 

Will  you,  ftt> 
Both  Jew  and  Gentile,  great  and  small ; 
Will  you,  $c. 
Make  up  your  mind,  give  God  your  heart, 
From  every  sin  and  idol  part; 
And  on  the  way  to  glory  start; 

Will  you  go  f    Will  you  go  f 


INVITING.  27 

Oh,  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, 

:  go ;  I  will  go  ; 

I'll  start  this  moment  on  my  way  ; 

"  go;  I  will  go  ; 
My  old  companion?,  fare  you  well ; 
I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell ; 
With  my  Redeemer  I  will  dwell : 

Let  me  go — Let  me  go. 


19 


C.  ML— Pilgrim  Band* 
w.  n. 

cnoKUS. 
Oh,  tclw  a- ill  go  along  with  me 

To  the  New  JcrusaU 
From  all  below  ice  soon  shall  go 

To  the  New  Jerusalem. 

TyE'RE  marching  to  the  promised  land* 
*•     A  land  all  fair  and  bright ; 
Come,  join  our  happy  pilgrim  band, 
And  seek  the  plains  of  light. 
2  The  deep  Red  Sea  already  crossed, 
Safe  on  its  banks  we  stood: 
And  saw  our  foes,  old  Pharaoh's  host, 
Plunged  in  the  angry  flood. 
8  The  Saviour  feeds  his  little  flock ; 
His  grace  is  richly  given  ; 
The  living  water  from  the  rock, 
And  daily  bread  from  heaven. 
4  To  Canaan's  bounds  he  points  the  way, 
And  guides  our  feet  aright ; 
A  cloudy  pillar  leads  by  day ; 
A  fiery  one  by  night. 

♦Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  111. 


58  INVITIXG. 

5  "Ccme  with  us,  we  will  do  thee  good;" 

Here  is  our  heart  and  hand, 

To  meet  you  over  Jordan's  flood, 

And  share  the  promised  land. 

6  There  in  that  land  no  tears  are  shed; 

Nor  sigh  escapes  the  heart ; 

To  joy's  full  fountain  all  are  led  ; 

And  there  they  never  part. 


20 


C.  M.  —  The  Hiding-place -.* 

THE    FLIGHT  FROM  SODOM. — W.  H. 


Sinners,  the  hiding-place  is  nigh; 

The  Saviour  calls — away! 
He  is  the  only  refuge — fly! 
There's  danger  in  delay. 
C INNERS,  the  city  where  you  dwell 
^  Is  doomed  to  fearful  wo  ; 
Those  dark,  impending  clouds  foretell 
The  quick  descending  blow. 

2  Beneath  you  shall  the  trembling  ground 

Quake  with  the  wrath  of  God ; 
While  all  above  you  and  around 
Shall  roll  the  fiery  flood. 

3  Haste  from  your  revels  and  your  mirth 

And  all  your  carnal  joys ; 
The  day  of  wrath  is  bursting  forth ; 
Oh  !  hasten  to  be  wise. 

4  Fly  to  the  mountain,  quickly  fly; 

Nor  will  your  flight  be  vain ; 
'Tis  God's  own  house,  and  heaven  is  nigh 
Stay  not  in  all  the  plain. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  &L 


INVITING.  29 

5  Angels,  sweet  messengers  of  love, 

Lend  you  their  rapid  wing; 
And  thou  good  Spirit  from  above, 
All  needful  succors  bring. 

6  Why  do  you  tarry,  trembling  souls, 

Haste  ere  the  lightnings  blaze: 
Fly  ere  the  rumbling  thunder  rolls, 
Fly  to  the  hiding-place. 


21 


CM.— The  Prodigal* 

W.  H. 


Oh!  Til  not  die  here  with  want  severef 

And  starve  in  foreign  lands; 
In  my  father's  house  are  rich  supplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 
"1TE  erring  souls  that  wildly  roam 
-*-    From  heaven  and  bliss  astray, 
Your  father's  voice  invites  you  home, 
He  makes  a  feast  to-day. 
2  And  thou  art  bidden,  weary  one, 
With  wants  and  woes  opprest ; 
And  every  far-off  wandering  son, 
May  be  a  welcome  guest. 
8  Return,  thou  prodigal,  return, 
Thy  father  bids  thee  come ; 
He  doth  thy  needless  absence  mourn : 
Thou  erring  child,  come  home. 

4  Come,  for  the  feast  already  waits, 
The  fatlings  all  are  slain*; 
Go,  seek  with  haste  his  palace-gates; 
Nor  shalt  thou  seek  in  vain. 


♦Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  42. 


30  IXYITTXG. 

5  The  father  stands  and  waits  to  greet 
His  late  returning  son ; 
Go.  haste  thee,  child,  he  runs  to  meet, 
And  kiss  thee  as  his  own. 


22 


Fly  to  Jesus.* 
w.  n. 

CHORUS. 

To  the  Saviour  fly — to  his  shielding  breast; 

Fly  to  Jesus; 
Lay  thy  burden  there — he  icill  give  thee  rest; 

Fly  to  Jesus. 
"TT^HY  wanderest  thou  so  far  from  home  ? 
^  *  Fly  to  Jesus  : 

The  vilest  of  the  vile  may  come : 

Fly  to  Jesus.  Choms. 

2  The  tempter  whispers,  "Yet  delay ;" — 
Fly  to  Jesus  ; 
Resist  his  wiles  and  come  to-day; 

Fly  to  Jesus.  Chorus. 

8  To-day  thy  homeward  pathway  trace ; 
Fly  to  Jesus; 
Long  hast  thou  toiled  in  folly's  ways ; 

Fly  to  Jesus.  Chorus, 

4  Thy  toils  have  only  brought  thee  woes ; 
Fly  to  Jesus ; 
Oh,  tarry  not — the  door  may  close ; 

Fly  to  Jesus.  Chorus* 

6  Come  feast  on  joys  divinely  pure: 
Fly  to  Jesus; 
Come,  and  eternal  life  secure ; 

Fly  to  Jesus.  Chorus* 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  38. 


23 


81 

SEEKING  SALVATION. 

7s  and  6s. 


T\ROOPING  souls,  no  longer  griere, 
*~J  Heaven  is  propitious; 
If  in  Jesus  you  believe, 

You  will  find  him  precious. 
Lo  !  he  now  is  passing  by, 

Calls  the  mourners  to  him  ; 
He  has  died  that  you  and  I 

Might  look  up  and  view  him. 

2  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 

Flows  a  healing  lotion  ; 
See  the  heart-consoling  tide, 

Boundless  as  the  ocean. 
See  the  living  waters  move, 

For  the  sick  and  dying  ; 
Now  resolve  to  gain  his  love, 

Or  to  perish  trying. 

3  Grace's  store  is  always  free, 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden ; 
Jesus  calls,  ';  Come  unto  me, 

Weary,  heavy  laden  ; 
Though  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 

Rise  and  reach  to  heaven :w 
"When  your  heart  on  him  relies, 

"All  sin  shall  be  forgiven.'* 

4  Now  methinks  I  hear  one  say, 

I  will  go  and  prove  him ; 
If  he  takes  my  sins  away, 

Surely  I  shall  love  him  : 
Yes,  I  see  the  Father  smile. 

Smiling  moves  my  burden: 


32  SEEKING  SALVATION. 

All  is  grace,  for  I  am  vile, 
Yet  he  seals  my  pardon. 

6  Streaming  mercy,  how  it  flows, 

Now  I  know  I  feel  it ; 
Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 

Yet  I  want  to  tell  it. 
Jesus'  blood  has  healed  my  wounda^ 

Oh  !  the  wonderous  story  ; 
I  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 

Glory  !  Glory  !  Glory  I 

6  Glory  to  my  Saviour's  name, 

Saints  are  bound  to  love  him ; 
Mourners,  you  may  do  the  same, 

Only  come  and  prove  him : 
Hasten  to  the  Saviour's  blood, 

Feel  it  and  declare  it ; 
Oh  !  that  I  could  sing  so  loud 

All  the  world  might  hear  it. 

7  If  no  greater  joys  are  known 

In  the  upper  region; 
I  will  try  to  travel  on 

In  this  pure  religion. 
Heaven's  here,  and  heaven's  there, 

Glory  's  here  and  yonder  ; 
Brightest  seraphs  shout  amen, 

While  the  angels  wonder. 


24 


C.  M.— Penitence.* 


A  PPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-sea^ 
■*-*-  Where  Jesus  answers  prayer ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  *4. 


SEEKING  SALVATION.  355 

Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 

And  such,  0  Lord !  am  I. 
Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed; 
By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 

I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 
Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 

And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 
Oh,  wondrous  love !  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame ; 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 

Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 


25 


4  8s  and  2  6s.— The  Happy  Few* 

i  WAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
-£*-  My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 

I  knew  not  what  to  do : 
O'erwhelmed  with  guilt,  with  anguish  slain ; 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  sink  to  endless  wo. 
2  Amazed,  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell, 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near  ; 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain; 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 
8  Then  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled; 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head, 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  146. 
3 


84  SEEKING  SALVATION. 

I  no  relief  could  find  ; 
This  fearful  truth  I  found  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

O'erwhelmed  my  troubled  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast,  unwieldy  load : 
Alas!  I  heard  and  found  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
But  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sank  in  deep  despair. 
G  While  thus  my  soul  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  passed  that  way, 

I  felt  his  pity  move : 
The  sinner  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 
7  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew, 

And  loftier  sounds  did  raise  : 
All  hail  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Unnumbered  millions  born  again, 

Shall  shout  thy  endless  praise. 


26 


4  lines  7s, 


'rpiS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

-*-    Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought; 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not? 


SEEKING  SALVATION.  35 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name* 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trine  give  me  pain ; 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 

Oh,  how  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild! 
Prone  to  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Faith  is  weak  in  all  I  do  ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord,  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

7  Could  I  joy  with  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorred, 
Find,  at  times,  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case, 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun ; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


36  SEEKING  SALVATION. 


27 


7s  and  6s. 


flOME,  my  soul,  and  let  us  try, 
^  For  a  little  season, 
Every  burden  to  lay  by, 

Come,  and  let  us  reason. 
What  is  this  that  casts  thee  down? 

Who  are  those  that  grieve  thee  ? 
Speak,  and  let  the  worst  be  knowa, 

Speaking  may  relieve  thee. 

2  Christ,  by  faith,  I  sometimes  see, 

Then  it  doth  relieve  me ; 
But  my  sins  return  again, 

They  are  they  that  grieve  me; 
Troubled  like  the  restless  seas, 

Feeble,  faint,  and  fearful, 
Plagued  by  sin,  a  sore  disease, 

How  can  I  be  cheerful  ? 

3  Think  on  what  thy  Saviour  bore 

In  the  gloomy  garden  ; 
Sweating  blood  from  every  pore, 

To  procure  thy  pardon. 
See  him  stretched  upon  the  wood. 

Bleeding,  thirsting,  crying; 
Suffering  all  the  wrath  of  God, 

Groaning,  gasping,  dying. 

4  See  him  sleeping  with  the  dead. 

Angel  hosts  surprising  ; 
See  him  quit  his  rocky  bed, 

Gloriously  arising  ; 
See  him  seated  on  the  throne, 

Reigning  there  forever  ; 
Drooping  soul,  that  mighty  One 

Is  thine  own  great  Saviour. 


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SEEKING  SALVATION.  37 

CM. 

TESUS  !  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend, 
^    As  such  I  look  to  thee ; 
Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 
Oh,  Lord !  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Calvary  ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God! 

I  yield  myself  to  thee  ; 
"While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
Oh,  Lord  !  remember  me. 

4  I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free  ; 
Then,  in  thy  all-abounding  grace, 
Oh,  Lord  !  remember  me. 

5  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distressed, 

Howe'er  oppressed  I  be, 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

6  And  when  I  close  mine  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature  helps  all  flee, 
Then,  oh,  my  great  Redeemer,  God ! 
I  pray,  remember  me. 

29  c.  m. 

TTARK  !  from  the  cross  a  gracious  voice, 
-"-  Salutes  my  ravish'd  ears, 
"Rejoice,  thou  ransomed  soul,  rejoice, 
And  dry  those  falling  tears." 


38  SEEKING  SALVATIONT. 

2  Amazed,  I  turn,  grown  strangely  "  old, 
This  wondrous  thing  to  see  ; 
Anl  there  my  dying  Lord  behold, 
Stretched  on  the  bloody  tree  ! 

8  "  Sinner,"  he  cries,  ,;  behold  the  head 
This  thorny  wreath  entwines  ; 
Look  on  these  wounded  hands,  and  read 
Thy  name  in  crimson  lines. 

4  "  These  wounds  I  bear,  these  pamsl  feel, 

This  anguish  rends  my  breast, 
That  I  may  save  thy  soul  from  hell, 
And  give  thee  endless  rest." 

5  The  power,  the  sweetness  of  that  voice, 

My  stony  heart  can  move, 
Make  me  in  Christ,  my  Lord,  rejoice, 
And  melt  my  soul  to  love. 

6  No  more  my  harp  neglected  lies, 

With  silent,  broken  strings  ; 
From  earth  my  soul  has  learned  to  rise, 
And  mount  on  eagles'  wings. 

7  My  dying  Saviour's  wondrous  love 

On  earth  employs  my  tongue ; 
And  when  I  walk  in  white  above, 
That  love  shall  be  my  song. 


30 


CM 

THE  MING  THIa?. 


A  Son  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
■"■  And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died, 
He  pour'd  salvation  on  a  wretch 
That  languished  at  his  side. 


SEEKING  SALVATION.  39 

2  His  crimes,  Trith  inward  grief  and  shame, 
The  penitent  confessed ; 
Then  turn'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thns  his  prayer  addressed : 

8  u  Jesus,  thou  Son  and  Heir  of  heaven, 
Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
I  see  thee  bathed  in  sweat  and  tears, 
And  welt'ring  in  thy  blood. 

4.  u  Yet,  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  wo, 
In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise  : 
Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  deaths 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

6  "  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 
Dear  Saviour,  think  on  me : 
And  in  the  victory  of  thy  death, 
May  I  a  sharer  be." 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears. 
And  instantly  replies : 
u  To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
With  me  in  paradise." 


31 


8s  and  7s. —  Universal  Praise: 


X  IGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
-"  Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  thy  love  revealing, 
Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath. 

2  The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, 

Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eyesight  on  our  eyes 

♦Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  150. 


40  SEEKING    SALVATION. 

3  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing; 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor,  benighted  heart. 

4  Come,  and  manifest  the  favor 

Thou  hast  for  the  ransomed  race  ; 

Come,  thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour. 

Come,  and  bring  the  gospel  grace, 

5  Save  us,  in  thy  great  compassion, 

0  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince  ! 

Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins. 

6  By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 
Every  weary,  wandering  spirit, 
Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 


32 


C.  M. 


"VTE  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu ; 
■*■    A  nobler  choice  be  mine  ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 
Ye  specious  baits  of  sense  : 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  of  price  immense! 

8  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown, 
0  name  divinely  sweet! 
Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealtn,  honor,  pleasure  meet 


SEEKING    SALVATION.  jQ 

4  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  cafl, 
Their  boasted  stores  resign  : 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

6  Should  earth's  vain  pleasures  all  depart, 
Of  this  dear  gift  possessed, 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart. 
And  think  myself  most 

6  Dear  sovereign  of  m j  aires. 

Thy  love  :  ine  ; 

Accept  the  wish  that  love  inspires, 
And  bid  me  call  thee  mine. 


33 


4  tinea  7s. 


ptOME,  ye  weary  sinners,  come, 

^    All  who  feel  your  heavy  load ; 
Jesus  call3  the  wandering  home ; 
Hasten  to  your  pardoning  God. 

2  Come,  ye  guilty  k  -  =  ed, 

Answer  to  the  Saviour's  t 
u  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest ; 
Come,  ani  I  will  save  you  alL'* 

8  Jesus — full  of  truth  and  love, 
We  thy  kindest  call  jbey  : 
Faithful  let  thy  mercies  prove, 
Take  our  load  of  guilt  sway. 

4  Weary  of  this  war  within, 

W^ary  of  this  endless  strife, 
Weary  of  ■:  . 

Weary  of  a  wretched  life  ; 


42  SEEKING    SALVATION. 

5  Burdened  with  a  world  of  grief, 

Burdened  with  our  sinful  load, 
Burdened  with  this  unbelief, 

Burdened  with  the  wrath  of  God* 

6  Lo!  we  come  to  thee  for  ease. 

True  and  gracious  as  thou  art; 
Now  our  weary  souls  release, 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 


34 


8s  and  7s. — Cease,  fond  nature.* 

"AfERCY,  0  thou  son  of  David!" 
•*• "■*■   Thus  the  blind  Bartimeus  prayed, 

"Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid." 

2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  called  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
"  Come  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live; 
But  he  asked,  and  Jesus  granted, 
Alms,  which  none  but  he  could  give. 

4  "Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Let  mine  eyes  behold  the  day  !:' 
Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

6  Now,  methinks,  I  hear  him  praising, 
Publishing  to  all  around ; 
11  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  fou.nd ! 

♦Minstrel  of  Zion.  p.  CO. 


SEEKING    SALVATION.  43 

"Oh !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  nim, 
And  would  be  advised  by  me; 

Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 


35 


4  8s  and  4  7s. — The  Paralytica 


W.  H. 


"DEVIEW  the  palsied  sinner's  case, 
■*-*  Who  sought  for  health  in  Jesus  ; 
Bis  friends  conveyed  him  to  the  place, 

Where  he  might  meet  with  Jesus. 
A  multitude  were  thronging  round, 

To  keep  them  back  from  Jesus ; 
But  from  the  roof  they  let  him  down, 

Before  the  face  of  Jesus. 

2  Thus,  brethren,  help  these  friends  of  yours, 

To  find  their  way  to  Jesus ; 
His  grace  the  worst  diseases  cures ; 

Oh,  help  them  on  to  Jesus. 
The  palsy's  fearful  stroke  they  feel: 

There's  none  can  save  but  Jesus ; 
;Tis  he  alone  their  souls  can  heal : 

Oh,  help  them  on  to  Jesus. 

8  The  fainting  souls  by  sin  diseased, 

There's  none  can  save  but  Jesus ; 
With  more  than  plague  or  palsy  seized, 

Oh,  help  them  on  to  Jesus. 
The  seeds  of  death  are  sown  within , 

There's  none  can  save  but  J  ^sus  , 
The  worst  disease  on  earth  is  sin, 

Oh,  help  them  on  to  Jesus. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  106. 


44  SEEKING    SALVATION. 

4  0  Saviour,  hear  their  mournful  cry, 

And  tell  them  thou  art  Jesus ; 
Oh,  speak  the  word,  or  they  must  dit, 

And  bid  farewell  to  Jesus : 
Now  let  them  hear  thy  voice  declare, 

Thou  all-sufficient  Jesus, 
That  thou  didst  die  to  hear  their  pr&yer. 

And  give  them  health  in  Jesus. 

5  The  great  Physician  now  is  near, 

The  sympathizing  Jesus ; 
He  speaks  the  drooping  heart  to  cheer, 

Oh,  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus  : 
Your  many  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

Oh,  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus  ; 
Ge  on  your  way  in  peace  to  heaven, 

And  wear  a  crown  with  Jesus. 

6  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb  ! 

I  now  believe  in  Jesus, 
I  love  my  blessed  Saviour's  name, 

I  love  the  name  of  Jesus  : 
His  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear, 

No  other  name  but  Jesus ; 
Oh,  how  my  soul  delights  to  hear, 

The  charming  name  of  Jesus  ! 

7  Come,  brethren,  help  me  sing  his  pi  ais*  < 

Oh,  praise  the  name  of  Jesus  ; 
And  sisters,  all  your  voices  raiso ; 

Oh,  bless  the  name  of  Jesus : 
And  when  to  that  bright  world  above, 

We  rise  to  see  our  Jesus, 
We'll  sing  aiound  the  throne  of  love, 

The  nar-e,  tLo  Larue  of  Jesus. 


SEEKING    SALVATION.  45 


36 


CM. 

TV.  D.  L. 


cnor.us. 
1  tceep,  I  mourn,  I  pray, 
0  Je-iiLS,  now  forgive. 

OJesas,  I  have  corne  to  thee, 
My  wanderings  to  dep'ore: 
Wilt  thou  not  set  my  spirit  free  ? 
My  fallen  soul  restore  ! 

Choru*. 

2  My  sins  are  more  than  I  can  bear, 
Oh,  speak  them  all  forgiven  : 
My  soul  away  from  earth  I  tear, 
To  seek  a  place  in  heaven. 

Chorus. 

5  Pity,  0  Lord,  my  helpless  grief; 
My  soul's  deep  anguish  see  ; 
And  grant  me  now  that  sweet  relief 
Which  none  can  give  but  thee. 

Chorus. 

4  Didst  thou  not  die  that  I  might  live, 
Might  live  thy  love  to  know  ? 
Oh,  let  me  now  thy  love  receive, 
And  in  thy  favor  grow. 

Chorus, 


37 


5  6s  and  3  Os. 
poos,  vnuwunt  wxuuu  hzjlp.t. 

T)OOR,  wildered,  weeping  heart 
■*■     What  can  relieve  thee  ? 
Come,  sinful  as  thou  art, 
Christ  will  receive  thee  : 


46  SEEKING    SALVATION. 

Come,  though  with  woes  oppressed, 
Soft  is  thy  Saviour's  breast, 
There  mayst  thou  sweetly  rest, 
There  naught  can  grieve  thee, 

2  Come,  trembling,  timid  soul, 

Why  this  delaying? 
Thunders  that  o'er  thee  roll, 

Fall  on  thee  straying; 
Turn  from  destruction's  ways, 
Turn  to  the  throne  of  grace ; 
There  seek  thy  Father's  face, 

Weeping  and  praying. 

3  Hence  guilty  fear  and  doubt, 

Leave  me  forever  ; 
Lord,  wilt  thou  cast  me  out  ? 

Never — oh,  never  : 
From  unbelief  of  mind  ; 
From  thoughts  to  sin  inclined-** 
From  flesh  and  hell  combined 

Xhou  wilt  deliver. 


33 
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47 


PRAYER 
C.  M. 

J.  MOXTGOMER  I, 

RAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desirs. 
Uttered  or  unexpressed, 


The  motion  of  a  hidden  lire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 
The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
"When  none  but  God  is  near. 

8  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  any  lips  can  try — 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  r-each 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air ; 
His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  say,  Behold  !  he  prays. 

6  The  saints  in  prayer  appear  as  one, 

In  word,  in  deed,  in  mind, 
When  with  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Their  fellowship  they  find. 


48  PRAYER. 

7  Nor  prayer  is  made  on  earth  alone, 

The  Holy  Spirit  pleads, 
And  Jesus,  on  th'  eternal  throne, 
For  sinners  intercedes. 

8  0  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way; 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod : 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 


39 


4  lis  and  1  Gs. — Bower  of  Prayer.* 

rPO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neigh- 

-*■     bors  to  part, 

And  go  from  my  home,  it  affects  not  my 

heart, 
Like  thoughts  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day, 
From  that  blessed  retreat  where  I've  chosen 

to  pray — 

Where  I've  chosen  to  pray. 

2  Sweet  bower,  where  the  vine  and  the  pop- 

lar were  spread, 
And  wove,  with  their  branches,  a  roof  o'et 

my  head : 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  tnere, 
And  poured  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour  in 

prayer ! 

To  my  Saviour  in  prayer. 

3  How  sweet  were   the   zephyrs   perfume* 

with  the  pine, 
The  ivy,  the  olive,  the  wild  eglantine  I 
Yet  sweeter,  oh,  sweeter  superlative,  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer— 
In  answer  to  prayer. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  77. 


PRAYER.  49 

4  'Twas  under  the  covert  of  that  blesse*d 

grove 
That  Jesus  was  pleased  my  guilt  to  iemove  ; 
Presenting  himself  as  the  only  true  way 
Of   life   and   salvation,    and   taught    me   ts 

pray— 

And  taught  me  to  pray. 

6  The  early  shrill  notes  of  the  loved  night- 
ingale, 

That  dwelt  in  mv  bower,  I  observed  as  mv 
bell 

To  call  me  to  duty;   and  birds  of  the  air 

Sang    anthems    of    praises,   as   I   went    to 
prayer — 

As  I  went  to  prayer. 

6  And  Jesus  my  Saviour  oft  deigned  there 

to  meet, 

And  bless  with  his  presence  my  lonely  re- 
treat ; 

Oft  filled  me  with  rapture  and  peacefulness 
there, 

Inditing     in     heaven's    own    language    my 
prayer — 

Own  language  my  prayer. 

7  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  thee,   and  bid 

thee  adieu. 
And  pay  my   devotion  in  parts  which   are 

new : 
Well  knowing   my  Saviour  is  found  every- 
where, 
And    can,   in    all    places,   give    answer    to 
prayer — 

Give  answer  to  prayer. 
4 


50  PRAYER. 

8  Although  I  may  never  revisit  thy  shade, 
Yet  oft  shall  I  think  on  the  vows  I  there 

made ; 

And  when  at  a  distance,  my  thoughts  shall 
repair 

To   the  place  where  my  Saviour  first   an- 
swered my  prayer — 

First  answered  my  prayer. 

9  My  blessed  Redeemer,  my  hope  and  my 

all, 
Will  guide  and  direct  me  when   on  him  J 

call; 
And  when  I  am  dying,  he'll  be  with  me  there. 
And  take  me  to  heaven  in  answer  to  prayer — 
In  answer  to  prayer. 


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8  lines  8s  and  7s. 

G.  ASKINS. 


BRETHREN,  we  have  met  to  worship, 
And  adore  the  Lord  our  God ; 
Will  you  pray  with  all  your  power, 

While  we  try  to  preach  the  word  ? 
All  is  vain,  unless  the  Spirit 

Of  the  Holy  One  comes  down ; 
Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 
Will  be  showered  all  around. 

Brethren,  see  poor  sinners  round  yon 

Slumbering  on  the  brink  of  wo  ; 
Death  is  coming,  hell  is  moving  ; 

Can  you  bear  to  let  them  go  ? 
See  your  fathers  and  your  mothers, 

And  your  children  sinking  down ; 
Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  showered  all  around. 


PRAYER.  51 

I  Brethren,  here  are  poor  backsliders, 

"Who  were  once  near  heaven's  door, 
But  they  have  betrayed  their  Saviour 

And  are  worse  than  e'er  before  ; 
Yet  the  Saviour  offers  pardon, 

If  they  will  lament  their  wound ; 
Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  showered  all  around. 

Sisters,  will  you  join  and  help,  as 

Moses'  sister  helped  him, 
While  you  see  the  trembling  sinners 

Who  are  struggling  hard  with  sin? 
Tell  them  all  about  the  Saviour, 

Tell  them  that  he  will  be  found ; 
Pray  on,  sisters,  and  the  manna 

Will  be  showered  all  around. 

Let  us  love  our  God  supremely, 

Let  us  love  each  other,  too  ; 
Let  us  love,  and  pray  for  sinners, 

Till  our  God  makes  all  things  new ; 
Then  he'll  call  us  home  to  heaven, 

At  his  table  we'll  sit  down : 
Christ  will  gird  himself,  and  serve  us 

With  sweet  manna,  all  around. 


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2  8s,  2  7s  and  1  4s. — Tamworth. 


/^J.UIDE  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 
^    Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty — 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand: 
Bread  of  heaven, 

Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 


52 


PRAYER. 


2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  ; 

Strong  deliv'rer ! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield, 

3  Feed  me  with  thy  heavenly  manna, 

In  this  barren  "wilderness ; 
Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner, 
Be  my  robe  of  righteousness  : 

Fight  and  conquer 
All  my  foes  by  sovereign  grace. 

4  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Foe  to  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


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8  lines  8s  and  7s. — Interrogation.* 

LET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 
Come,  and  bid  our  jarring  cease; 
Come,  oh,  come  !   and  reign  forever, 
God  of  love,  and  Prince  of  peace; 
Visit,  now,  poor  bleeding  Zion, 

Hear  thy  people  mourn  and  weep ; 
Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 
Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep 

2  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apollos, 
Some  for  Cephas — none  agree  ; 
Jesus,  let  us  hear  thee  call  us ; 
Help  us,  Lord,  to  follow  thee : 


*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  40. 


PRAYER.  53 

Then  we'll  rush  through  what  encumbers, 

Over  every  hindrance  leap  ; 
Not  kept  back  by  force  or  numbers — 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit — 

"We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth ; 
Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 

Which  shall  teach  us  all  thy  truth  : 
On  thy  gospel  word  we'll  venture, 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep, 
Love  our  Lord,  and  Christ  our  Saviour— 

0  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 


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4  7s. 


/^OME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 

Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  "With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin ! 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

i  Lori  !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast : 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintaia, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  A3  the  image  in  the  glas3 
Answers  the  beholder's  face, 


54  PRAYER. 

Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 
Print  thine  own  resemblance  there. 

6  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

7  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 


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L.M. 


WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  the  mercy-seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer. 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkest  clouds  withdraw/ 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright  f 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Were  half  the  time  so  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  songs  would  oftener  be, 
"Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me.M 


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PRAYER.  55 

C.  M. 

'HPIS  good  to  wait  upon  the  Lord, 

■*■   When  Christ  himself  draws  near, 
And  every  heart  with  one  accord 
Ascends  in  solemn  prayer. 

2  While  thus  we  feel  the  Saviour's  love, 
In  heavenly  showers  descend, 
Our  souls  commune  with  saints  above, 
In  bliss  that  knows  no  end : 

i  We  taste  the  precious  streams  of  grace ; 
The  fountain  makes  them  sing : 
Wre  travel  through  the  wilderness — 
They  sit  before  the  King. 

4  We  pray  for  grace  to  hold  out  well, 
The  conflict  but  begun  : 
They  of  their  past  engagements  tell, 
And  sing  the  conquest  won. 

6  We  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord, 
And  are  sometimes  cast  down ; 
They  wield  no  more  the  warrior's  sword. 
But  wear  the  conqueror's  crown. 


46 


4  7s. 


OEEK,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate, 
^  Enter  ere  it  be  too  late; 
Many  ask  to  enter  there, 
When  too  late  to  offer  prayer. 

2  God  from  mercy's  seat  shall  rise, 
And  forever  bar  the  skies  ; 
Then,  though  sinners  cry  without, 
He  will  say,  "  I  know  you  not" 


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56  PRAYER. 

3  Mournfully  will  they  exclaim — 
Lord  !  we  have  professed  thy  name  ; 
We  have  ate  with  thee,  and  heard 
Heavenly  teaching  in  thy  word. 

4  Vain,  alas  !  will  be  their  plea, 
Workers  of  iniquity ; 

Sad  their  everlasting  lot — 

Christ  will  say,  "  I  know  you  not." 

C.  II 

/~\  THOU  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 
^   How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  pierced  by  sins  and  sorrows  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee ! 

2  The  friends  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 
When  winter  comes,  are  flown ; 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

8  Oh,  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 
Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom 
Our  peace-branch  from  above? 

4  Then  sorrow,  touched  by  thee,  grows  bright 
With  more  than  rapture's  ray ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  -5ght 
We  never  saw  by  day 

4:0  C.  M.— Supplication 

TESUS,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 
V    And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest 


J 


PRAYER.  57 

2  Oh !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ! 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

3  Give  me  some  kind,  assuring  word, 

To  sink  my  fears  again  ; 
And  cheerfully  my  soul  shall  wait 
Her  threescore  years  and  ten. 


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2  8s,  3  7s,  and  1  4.—  Sad?iess* 

PRATER  FOR  A  REYIYAL. 

OAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation! 
^  Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

CHORUS. 

Lord,  revive  us  ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee, 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high  ! 
Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourished, 

Every  part  looked  gay  and  green ; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen ! 

4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see ; 
Lord,  thy  he'p  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  16M. 


58  PRAYER. 

6  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 
Filled  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth? 
Old  professors  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  to  our  youth. 

6  Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below ; 

Some,  alas,  we  fear  are  blighted, 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

7  Younger  plants — the  sight  how  pleasant! 

Covered  thick  with  blossoms  stood ; 
But  they  cost  us  grief  at  present, 
Frost  has  nipped  them  in  the  bud. 

8  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again; 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 

9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayer  ; 
Let  each  one,  esteemed  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snare. 

10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 


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59 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE, 

8  lines  8s. 

BISHOP   H£DDI>-<J 


"V^E  angels  who  mortals  attend, 
■*■  And  minister  comfort  in  wo, 
Come  listen,  ye  heavenly  friends, 

My  happier  story  to  know : 
I  sing  of  a  theme  most  sublime, 

No  sorrow  my  song  can  control — 
I  sing  of  the  rapturous  time, 

When  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  souL 

2  When  guilt  my  poor  heart  did  assail, 

Because  I  had  wandered  from  God, 
I  strove  my  sad  case  to  bewail, 

My  sins  were  a  cumberous  load  ; 
0  Saviour,  have  mercy,  I  cried ! 

Oh,  pardon  a  wretch  that's  so  vile ! 
Then  quickly  his  blood  was  applied, 

And  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  seuL 

I  My  guilt,  like  the  cloud  of  the  morn, 

Was  chased  in  a  moment  away  ; 
The  joy  of  my  soul,  newly  born, 

Increased  like  the  dawning  of  day. 
My  Saviour  redeemed  me  from  sin, 

He  saves  not  in  part  but  in  whole; 
He  writes  his  salvation  within — 

For,  oh  !  he  spoke  peace  to  my  soul 


60  CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

4  I  now  am  so  blessed  with  his  love, 

I  covet  not  earth's  greatest  store ; 
He  visits  me  oft  from  above — 

I  have  him,  I  want  nothing  more : 
Resigned  to  his  pleasure  I'd  live, 

Till  time's  latest  circle  shall  roll, 
His  utmost  salvation  receive, 

For,  oh !  he  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

6  Nor  Satan  nor  sin  can  dismay, 

No  danger  my  soul  can  affright, 
While  onward  to  mansions  of  day 

I  go  in  Immanuel's  might : 
Though  earch  in  convulsions  shall  rend, 
From  the  center  quite  through  to  each 
pole, 
I'll  smile,  for  I'm  sure  of  a  friend, 
Since  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

6  Ye  angels  who  wait  while  I  sing, 

And  patiently  hear  my  glad  song, 
Come,  bear  me  to  Jesus,  my  king, 

To  join  with  the  heavenly  throng. 
'Tis  there  I'll  eternally  feast, 

On  joys  that  enrapture  the  whole; 
All  heaven  would  welcome  the  guest, 

Since  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

7  Farewell  to  earth's  glittering  toys, 

Farewell  to  my  friends  and  my  foes  ; 
I  haste  from  these  scenes  to  the  skies, 

"Where  pleasure  eternally  flows  : 
He  bids  me  leave  all  for  his  sake — 

I'll  run  till  I  reach  the  blessed  goal ; 
Then  me  to  his  arms  he  will  take, 

Oh !  there  he'll  speak  peace  to  my  soul. 


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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  61 

CM. 

AMAZING  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound  ! 
Tha>t  saved  a  wretch  like  me ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found — 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 
2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 
8  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
I  have  already  come  ; 
'Twas  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 

His  words  my  hope  secures  ; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease ; 
I  shall  possess  within  the  vail 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine  ; 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 
Will  be  forever  mine. 


52 


C  M.—Lovt  Feast* 
/^iUR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 
^^   Cemented,  mixed  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voicet 
rTis  heaven  on  earth  begun  ; 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  86, 


62  CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

Our  hearts  have  burned,  while  Jesus  spokej 
And  glowed  with  sacred  fire ; 

He  stooped  and  talked,  and  fed  and  blessed* 
And  filled  th'  enlarged  desire. 

CHORUS. 

A  Saviour  !  let  creation  sing  ; 
A  Saviour  !  let  all  heaven  ring  : 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  oursf 
His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours  ; 
'Tis  almost  done — His  almost  o'er, 
We're  joining  those  who've  gone  before, 
We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  We're  soldiers,  fighting  for  our  God  ; 

Let  trembling  cowards  fty  ; 
We'll  stand  unshaken,  firm,  and  fixed, 

With  Christ  to  live  and  die ; 
Let  devils  rage,  and  hell  assail, 

"We'll  force  our  passage  through  ; 
Let  foes  unite,  and  friends  desert, 

We'll  seize  the  crown,  our  due. 

8  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 

And  all  its  moisture  drain  ; 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  ; 

Oh,  pour  the  mighty  flood  [ 
And  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  eartb, 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

4  When  thou  shalt  make  thy  jewels  up, 
And  set  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
B^  thee  proclaimed  thine  own: 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  63 

May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

Be  sinners  saved  by  grace; 
From  glory  into  glory  changed, 

Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

53  cm. 

FRCM  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain, 
And  from  this  earthly  clod, 
Arise,  my  soul,  and  strive  to  gain 
Some  fellowship  with  God. 

?  Say.  what  is  there  below  the  sky, 
O'er  all  the  paths  thou'st  trod, 
Can  suit  thy  wishes  or  thy  joys, 
Like  fellowship  with  God  1 

3  Not  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 

Nor  pleasure's  flowery  road, 
Can  to  my  soul  such  bliss  impart, 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

4  Not  health  nor  friendship  here  below* 

Nor  wealth,  that  golden  load, 
Can  such  delights  and  comforts  show, 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

5  In  fierce  temptation's  fiery  blast, 

And  dark  distraction's  road, 
I'm  happy  if  I  can  but  taste 
Some  fellowship  with  God. 

C  And  when  the  icy  arms  of  death 
Shall  chill  my  flowing  blood, 
With  joy  I'll  yield  my  latest  breath 
In  fellowship  with  God. 


W  CEAWIIAN   EXPERIENCE. 


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8  lines  8s  and  7s. 


TESITS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
*J  All  to  leave  and  follow  thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken — 

Thou  henceforth  my  all  shall  be  ! 
Perish,  every  fond  ambition — 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known ; 
Yet,  how  rich  is  my  condition ! 

God  and  heaven  are  all  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me — 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 
Human  hopes  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  ; 
And  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me — 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Friends  may  hate,  and  foes  may  scorn  mt, 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  right. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  frame  and  treasure ; 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain ; 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  thee  Abba,  Father — 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee  ; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather^ 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

1  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation- 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 

Joy  to  find  in  every  station, 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 

Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 
Think  what  heavenly  bliss  is  thine ; 

Think  that  Jesus  died  to  save  thee — 
Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repino  T 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  65 

Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer — 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee — 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there ; 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


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4  lines  lis. — Sweet  Rome. 


IVriD   scenes    of    confusion   and    creature 

-*--*-     complaints, 

How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with 

saints ! 
Tc  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of 
peace, 

And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  can- 
not cease, 

Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I 
roam, 

I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory  at  home. 

8  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with 

thee: 
Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may 

foam, 
All.  all  will  be  peace  when  I'm  with  thee  at 

home. 

5 


66  CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay. 
Oh,  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my 

day; 
In  all  my  afflictions,  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

6  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  oh,  give  me  thj 

grace ! 
Thy  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy 

face: 
Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  find,  even  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to 

shine, 
No  more,  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine, 
But  in  thy  bright  image,  to  rise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at  home 


56 


3  8s  and  2  7s. 


rFHE  specious  world  promiscuous  flows, 
-*-    Enrapt  in  fancy's  vision  : 
Allured  by  sound,  beguiled  by  shows 
And  empty  dreams,  nor  scarcely  knows 
There  is  a  brighter  heaven. 

2  Fine  gold  will  change,  and  diamonds  fade. 
Swift  wings  to  wealth  be  given ; 
All-varying  time  our  forms  invade, 
The  seasons  roll,  light  sinks  in  shade— 
There's  nothing  lasts  but  heaven. 
8  Creation's  mighty  fabric  all 
Will  be  to  atoms  riven ; 
The  sky  consumed,  the  planets  fall, 
Convulsions  rock  this  earthly  ball — 
There's  nothing  firm  but  heaven. 


CnRISTIAX    EXPERIENCE.  67 

4  This  world,  with  all  its  wealth,  is  poor, 

And  like  a  baseless  vision  ; 
Its  lofty  domes  and  brilliant  ore, 
Its  gems  and  crowns  are  vain  and  poor— 

There's  nothing  rich  but  heaven. 

6  A  stranger  lonely  here  I  roam,  f 

From  place  to  place  I'm  driven, 
My  friends  are  gone,  and  I'm  in  gloom, 
This  earth  is  lonely  as  a  tomb — 

I  have  no  home  but  heaven. 

€  The  clouds  disperse,  the  light  appears, 

My  sins  are  all  forgiven ; 
Triumphant  grace  has  quelled  my  fears  : 
Roll  on,  ye  suns,  fly  swift,  ye  years, 

I'm  on  the  wing  for  heaven. 

7  And  now  I  bid  the  world  adieu, 

Let  life's  dull  chains  be  riven  ; 
The  charms  of  Christ  have  caught  my  vie"^, 
The  world  of  light  I  will  pursue, 

To  live  with  him  in  heaven. 


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L.  M. — double. 

F.   E.   PITTS. 


/^iH,  let  me  sing  of  sins  forgiven, 
^   The  tranquil  triumph  of  my  soul ; 
Oh,  let  me  sing  a  song  of  heaven, 

"While  streams  of  living  comfort  rolL 
Aiieuto  every  earthly  toy, 

For  nobler  objects  I  am  bound ; 
Since  not  one  single  drop  of  joy, 

I  ever  yet  from  earth  have  found. 

2  Its  brightest  beauties  fade  away, 
Its  richest  jewels  are  but  dro*ss; 


05  CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

Its  honors  scarcely  live  a  day, 
And  every  gain  has  proved  a  loss. 

But  there's  an  honor  that  will  live, 
A  gem  that  never  will  decay ; 

There  is  a  gain  that  can't  deceive, 
A  beauty  fading  not  away. 

3  This  priceless  boon  I  humbly  claim, 

This  speechless  joy  of  sins  forgiven, 
The  love  of  God,  that,  like  a  flame, 

Burns  on  and  lights  the  mul  to  heaven. 
By  faith  I  have  this  treasure  found, 

And  gaze  with  wonder  and  surprise, 
While  in  this  dark,  enchanted  ground, 

"  The  day-spring  opens"  from  the  skies. 

4  My  home  is  in  the  distance  seen, 

And  gales  come  soft  from  Canaan's  shore ' 
Though  dark  the  wilderness  between, 

My  hopes  are  bright  of  passing  o'er. 
Oh,  happiness  !   no  transient  dream  ! 

For  glory's  open'd  in  my  soul ; 
And  love  divine  shall  be  my  theme, 

Long  as  eternal  ages  roll. 

^Q  4  lines  lis. — Oh!  who  would  remain,* 

EUNTAN. 

T'M  happy,  I'm  happy!  Oh  wondrous  a$» 

-*-     count ! 

My  joys  are  immortal,  I  stand  on  the  mount . 

1  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  therei, 
With  Jesus,  my  Saviour, the  kingdom  to  share. 

2  0  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  in  thee  I  am  blest ! 
My  life  and  my  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  rest 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  58. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  69 

Thy  grace  be  my  theme,  and  thy  name  be  my 

song  : 
Thy  love   dotn  inspire   my  heart   and   my 

tongue, 
3  Oh,  who  is  like  Jesus  !  he's  Salem's  bright 

King; 
He  smiles,  and  he  loves  me,  he  taught  me  to 

sing  : 
I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him,  and  bow  to  hia 

will, 
While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirit  do  fill. 


59 


CM. 

MRS.  M.  H.  WILLIAMS. 

TTTHILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power  / 
*  I     Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filled. 
2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed  ; 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 
8  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 
Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  : 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 
4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 
In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 
$  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour 
Thy  love  my  heart  shall  fill ; 
Resigned  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 


70  CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  -without  a  tear, 
The  gathering  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 


60 


4  lines  lis. 


HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  tVi. 
Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath 

said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness  and  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 

ever  be. 

3  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee — oh !  be  not  dis- 

mayed, 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand, 

4  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  the* 

to  go, 
The  rivers  of  wo  shall  not  thee  overflow ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bleat, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  When  through    fiery  trials    thy  pathway 

shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  torefina 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  71 

6  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 

prove 

My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be 

borne. 

7  The  sou!  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endear  or  to 

shake, 
I'll  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake. 


61 


8,  8,  6.— Malvern.* 

THE  HAPPY  FZW. — W.  Z. 

TTOW  happy  are  the  favored  few, 
-*-*-  Who  live  below  as  angels  do 

In  blissful  bowers  above  ! 
Serenely  calm,  with  sweet  content, 
Their  days,  like  days  in  heaven,  are  spent 

In  holiness  and  love. 

2  Say,  what  to  them  is  pleasure's  voice  ? 
Or  glory's  flame  ?  or  wealth's  gay  toys  ! 

Or  all  earth  boasts  besides  ? 
This  world  is  but  their  pilgrim  rest : 
And  onward  to  their  home  they  haste, 
Where  Christ  their  Lord  abides. 

I  The  ills  that  o'er  their  pathway  cross, 
Disease,  and  poverty,  and  loss, 

Are  servants  in  disguise  : 
Who  aid  them  in  the  holy  strife, 
To  seize  the  crown  of  endless  life : — 

Bright  heaven's  enduring  prize. 

*  3Iinstrel  of  Zion,  p.  146. 


72  CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

4  How  peaceful  their  communings  are, 
Who  thus,  with  Christ,  their  Saviour,  shai't 

The  Father's  boundless  grace  ! 
Assured  of  his  unfailing  love, 
Their  hopes,  their  joys  are  all  above — 

In  heaven  their  native  place. 

5  Let  storm  on  storm  in  angry  mood, 

And  earthquake  dire,  and  flame  and  flood, 

In  all  their  fury  rise  i 
Their  steady  hearts  shall  know  no  fear, 
For  lo  !  their  Father,  God,  is  near, 

Who  rules  both  earth  and  skies. 

6  Oh  !  let  me  with  that  radiant  band 
Unite  my  trembling  heart  and  hand ; 

Nor  thence  again  be  riven : 
In  life,  in  death,  oh  !  let  me  be 
One  of  that  goodly  company, 

And  shine  with  them  in  heaven. 


62 


4  lines  lis. — Sweet  Home. 


AN  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
I  wandered  through  earth,  its  gay  plea* 
sures  to  trace ; 
In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
Unmindful,  alas  !  that  it  led  me  from  h^nie. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

0  Saviour  I  direct  me  to  heaven,  my  home, 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  faie 
away, 

They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  de- 
cay; 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  73 

But  pleasures   more  lasting,   in  Jesus    are 

given, 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home! 

The  saints  in  those  mansions  are  ever  at  home* 

t  Allure   me   no   longer,   ye   false   glowing 

charms ! 
The  Saviour  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms ; 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy,  I  hear  there  is  room, 
Oh,  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at 

home ! 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

0  Jesus,  conduct  me,  to  heaven  my  home  ! 

4  Farewell  vain  amusements, my  follies  adieu,. 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory  I  view: 
I  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his 

throne, 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  my 
home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 
Oh,  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home? 

6  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 
The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus  will  say, 
"Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my 

throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  forever  at  home." 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

Oh,  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Saviour  at  home, 

6  Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death  shall  be 

o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more; 


74  CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

There  loud  hallelujahsfill  heaven's  high  dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  forever  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home! 

They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  forever  at  home. 


63 


L.  M. 


"T  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives." 
-■-  What   comfort   this   sweet   sentence 
gives ; 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  head ! 

2  He  lives  triumphant  from  the  grave ; 
He  lives  eternally  to  save  : 

He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  sing, 
He  lives,  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

3  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love ; 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above  ; 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed ; 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

4  He  lives  to  grant  me  rich  supply  ; 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  his  eye ; 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint ; 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 

5  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath  ; 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death ; 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare ; 

He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there ! 

6  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name ! 
He  lives,  my  Jesus,  still  the  same ; 
Oh,  the  sweet  joy  that  sentence  gives, 
"I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives." 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  75 


64 


THE   CHRISTIAN  5    HOPE. — \T.  H. 


[T  liope  hath  found  a  resting-place, 
In  Jesus'  blood,  in  God's  free  grace, 
My  only  hope  of  heaven : 
The  right  to  enter  safe  therein, 
My  God,  who  pardons  all  my  sin, 
To  me  hath  freely  given. 

2  Lord,  whoso  hath  this  gift  dh  ;ne, 
His  portion  hath  with  thee  and  thine, 

A  gift  surpassing  thought ; 
And  in  his  heart,  by  faith  made  pure, 
Are  love,  and  peace,  and  pardon  sure, 

By  thy  good  Spirit  wrought. 

3  Thy  word,  the  word  of  saving  grace, 
When  we  by  hearty  faith  embrace, 

Divinely  works  our  peace : 
It  comforts  in  affliction's  hour; 
In  times  of  peril  gives  us  power, 

And  sweetens  all  our  bliss. 

4  Preserve  in  me,  0  gracious  Lord, 
Full  faith  in  all  thy  holy  word, 

According  to  thy  will ; 
Oh,  be  thy  truth  my  light,  my  stay, 
And  sanctify  me  day  by  day, 

And  with  thy  comforts  fill. 


65 


CM. 

TN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
-*-  Unawed  by  shame  or  fear ; 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopped  my  wild  career. 


76  CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

2  I  saw  One  banging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never,  to  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt,  and  owned  the  guilt. 

And  plunged  me  in  despair ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ; 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain : 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die  that  thou  mayst  live." 

7  Thus  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace,) 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

8  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy 

My  spirit  now  is  filled, 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  killed. 


CHPaSTIAX    EXPERIENCE.  77 

66    4  Ss  and  2  (js.—Tue  Happy  Few* 

TELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 
Of  sinful  mirth  and  carnal  joys, 
The  things  I  loved  before : 
Let  me  but  view  my  Savioui  a  face, 
And  feel  his  animating  grace, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

2  Tell  me  no  more  of  praise  and  wealth ; 
Tell  me  no  more  of  ease  and  health; 

For  these  have  all  their  snares ; 
Let  me  but  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
But  see  my  name  enrolled  in  heaven, 

And  I  am  free  from  cares. 

3  Tell  me  no  more  of  lofty  towers, 
Delightful  gardens,  fragrant  bowers, 

For  these  are  trifling  things  ; 
The  little  room  for  me  designed, 
Will  suit  as  well  my  easy  mind, 

As  palaces  of  kings. 

4  Tell  me  no  more  of  crowding  guests, 
Of  sumptuous  feasts,  and  gaudy  dress, 

Extravagance  and  waste  : 
My  little  table,  only  spread 
With  wholesome  herbs   and  wholesome 
bread, 

Will  better  suit  my  taste. 

5  Give  me  the  Bible  in  my  hand, 
A  heart  to  read  and  understand, 

And  faith  to  trust  the  Lord ; 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  146. 


78  CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

I'd  sit  alone  from  day  to  day, 

And  urge  no  company  to  stay, 

Nor  wish  to  rove  abroad. 


67 


7s. — Latest  Call.* 
i^OME  and  taste  along  with  me, 
^  Consolation  running  free, 
From  my  Father's  wealthy  throne, 
Sweeter  than  the  honeycomb. 

2  Why  should  Christians  feast  alone? 
Two  are  better  far  than  one : 

All  that  come  with  free  good  will, 
Make  the  banquet  sweeter  still. 

3  Now  I  go  to  heaven's  door, 
Asking  for  a  little  more ; 
Jesus  gives  a  double  share, 
Calling  me  his  chosen  heir. 

4  Goodness,  flowing  like  a  stream, 
From  the  New  Jerusalem, 

By  its  constant  breaking  forth, 
Sweetens  earth  and  heaven  both. 

6  Now  I  go  rejoicing  home, 
From  the  banquet  of  perfume; 
Gleaning  manna  on  the  road, 
Propping  from  the  mount  of  God. 

L.  M. 

rPHOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
-*-   My  refuge,  my  Almighty  friend— 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  130. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  79 

2  Whither,  ah !  whither  shall  I  go — 

A  -wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  wo 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford? 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart ; 

On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives ; 
Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine; 

"While  thou  art  near  in  vain  they  call', 
One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 
My  dearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  alL 

5  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore, 

Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy.  my  care; 
Depart  from  thee  ! — "tis  death — 'tis  more1 
'Tis  endless  ruin  ! — deep  despair  ! 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie, 

Here  safety  dwells  and  peace  divine; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
Tor  life,  eternal  life,  is  thine  I 


69 


Oh,  how  can  I  forget.* 

THE  PRODIGAL   RETLP.XED  — W  H. 


(~\R,  how  can  I  forget  the  hour, 

"  "When  love  divine  I  found  ! 

The  place  was  filled  with  sacred  power, 

And  glory  beamed  around ! 
My  soul,  relieved  from  sorrow's  load, 

From  guilty  bondage  free, 
Adored  with  joy  the  pardoning  God, 

That  showed  such  love  to  me ! 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  62. 


80  CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

2  For  me  the  earth  and  skies  rejoiced, 

That  I  no  more  was  sad ; 
The  thirsty  land  with  dew  was  moist, 

The  wilderness  was  glad : 
The  scenes  of  nature,  then  how  bright  I 

My  eyes  rejoiced  to  view; 
I  praised  the  Lord  with  warm  delight, 

And  thought  they  praised  him  too. 

3  My  darkness  then  to  light  gave  place, 

My  guilt  to  pardon  free ; 
My  rags  of  sin  to  robes  of  grace, 

My  bonds  to  liberty  : 
£  toiled  no  more  a  wandering  child, 

In  slavish  base  employ  ; 
But  safe  at  home,  my  Father  smiled 

And  feasted  me  with  joy. 

4  Nor  did  I  then  that  bliss  confine 

Within  my  bounding  breast : 
The  friends  who  poured  their  tears  with 
mine 

Were  sharers  in  the  feast ; 
And  angels,  on  their  watchful  posts, 

With  gladness  hasted  round, 
To  tell  to  all  the  heavenly  hosts, 

"  The  long-lost  child  is  found. n 


70 


4  6s  and  2  8s. 


TTOW  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
-"-  Kindred  and  friends  agree  I 

Each  in  his  proper  station  move, 
And  each  fulfil  his  part, 
With  sympathizing  heart, 

In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  81 

2  'Tis  like  the  ointment  shed 

On  Aaron's  sacred  head. 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  sweet : 

The  oil,  through  all  the  room 

Diffused  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes  and  blessed  Ms  feet 

2  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain, 

That  water  all  the  plain, 
Descending  from  the  neighboring  hills  : 

Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 

Through  every  friendly  soul, 
Where  love,  like  heavenly  dew,  distils. 


71 


4  8s  and  2  6s. 


II  OW  happy  are  the  new-born  race, 
-■"■-  Partakers  of  adopting  grace ! 

How  pure  the  bliss  they  share  ! 
Hid  from  the  world,  and  all  its  eyes, 
"Within  their  heart  the  blessing  lies, 

And  conscience  feels  it  there. 

The  moment  we  believe,  'tis  ours ; 
And  if  we  love,  with  all  our  powers, 

The  God  from  whom  it  came,  - 

And  if  we  serve  with  heart  sincere, 
'Tis  still  discernible  and  clear, 

An  undisputed  claim. 

But,  ah !  if  foul  and  wilful  sin 
Stain  and  dishonour  us  within, 

Farewell  the  joy  we  knew  ; 
Again  the  slaves  of  nature's  sway, 
In  lab'rinths  of  our  own  we  stray, 

Without  a  guide  or  clue. 


82  CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

4  The  chaste  and  pure,  who  fear  to  grieve 
The  gracious  Spirit  they  receive, 

His  work  distinctly  trace  ; 
And  strong  in  undissembling  love, 
Boldly  assert  and  clearly  prove 

Their  hearts  his  dwelling-place. 


72 


4  lines  lis. — Sweet  Home, 


TTOW  sad  are  the  moments  when  wander- 
■"-       ing  from  God, 

And  thorny  and  dark  is  the  dangerous  road! 
But  light  is  the  pathway  which  leads  to  the 

tomb, 
"When  cheered  by  the  presence  of  Jesus,  my 
home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home! 
When  cheered  by  the  presence  of  Jesus,  my  home. 

2  Though  fading  the  joys  which  earth  can 

bestow, 
And  false  is  the  light  which  illumes  us  below, 
Though  sorrows,  like  clouds,  hang  around  us 

in  gloom, 
The  beams  of  his  love  light  me  on  my  way 
home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home ! 
The  beams  of  his  love  light  me  on  my  way  homk 

3  When  the  tempest  of  life  has  sunk  to  repose, 
An;  death  shall  the  beauties  of  heaven  dis- 
close, 

With  all  the  redeemed  I  o'er  it  will  roam, 
And  sing  hallelujah  to  Jesus,  my  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  I 
And  sing  hallelujah  to  Jesus,  my  home. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  83 

4  O     G  lines  7s  and  Gs. — Missionary.* 

"VTE  jewels  of  my  Master, 
-*-    Who  shine  with  heavenly  rays, 
Amid  the  beams  of  glory, 

Reflect  immortal  blaze ; 
Ye  diamonds  of  beauty, 

With  pleasing  lustre  crowned, 
Of  heavenly  extraction, 

To  Zion's  city  bound. 

2  Ye  lambs  of  my  Redeemer, 

The  purchase  of  his  blood, 
Who  feed  among  the  lilies, 

Beside  the  purple  flood  ; 
Go  on,  ye  happy  pilgrims, 

Your  journey  still  pursue, 
And  at  an  humble  distance, 

I'll  sing  and  follow  too. 

3  WTien  I  beheld  your  order, 

And  harmony  of  soul, 
And  heard  divinest  numbers, 

In  pure  devotion  roll ; 
And  gems  immortal  glowing, 

With  such  enlivening  grace, 
I  viewed  the  Saviour's  image 

Impressed  on  every  face. 

4  Speak  often  to  each  other, 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind ; 
And  often  be  your  voices 

In  pure  devotion  joined ; 
Though  trials  may  await  you, 

The  crown  before  you  lies  ; 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  97. 


84  CHRISTIAN   FXPERIENCE. 

Take  courage,  brother  pilgrims, 
You  soon  shall  win  the  prize. 

5  Ye  shall  bo  mine,  says  Jesus, 

In  that  auspicious  day, 
"When  I  make  up  my  jewels, 

Released  from  cumbrous  clay. 
He'll  polish  and  refine  you 

From  worthless  dross  and  sin, 
And  to  his  heavenly  kingdom 

WiL  oid  you  enter  in. 

6  On  that  important  morning, 

WThen  roaring  thunders  sound, 
And  nimble  lightnings  waving, 

Shall  wing  the  gloom  profound: 
Lift  up  your  heads  rejoicing, 

And  clap  your  joyful  hands, 
Lo  !  you:r^  redeemed  forever 

From  death's  corrupted  bands. 

7  The  golden  bells  will  echo 

Around  the  sacred  hill, 
And  sweet,  immortal  anthems 

The  vocal  regions  fill. 
In  everlasting  beauty 

The  ehining  millions  stand 
Safe  on  the  Rock  of  ages, 

Amid  the  promised  land. 

8  "We'll  range  the  wide  dominion 

Of  our  Redeemer  round, 
And  in  dissolving  raptures, 

Be  lost  in  love  profound : 
"While  all  the  heavenly  harpers 

Begin  the  lasting  song, 
"With  hallelujahs  rolling 

From  the  unnumbered  throng 


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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  85 

C.    Bl 


THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  bloC-i, 
Drawn  from  Immannel's  veins, 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood. 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
AY  ash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear,  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved  to  sin  no  more. 

4.  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
'Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
"When  this  poor,  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

6  Lord,  I  believe  thou  hast  prepared 

(Unworthy  though  I  be) 
For  me  a  blood-bought  free  reward, 
A  golden  harp  for  me  I 

1  'Tis  strung,  and  tuned  for  endless  yaars, 
And  formed  by  power  divine ; 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 
No  other  name  but  thine. 


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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 


C.   M. 


HOW  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight 
When  those*  that  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  his  word. 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

3  When  free  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love. 

4  When  love  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flows  ; 
When  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem     , 
In  every  action  glows. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 


76 


4  lines  8s. — Crown  of  Hope.* 

TXOW  sweet  is  the  cordial  of  love! 
-*-*■  A  balm  to  the  sorrowful  soul; 
It  flow3  from  the  Fountain  above, 
And  makes  the  disconsolate  whole. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  145. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  37 

2  How  happy  the  souls  that  are  blest, 
And  sprinkled  with  Jesus'  blood! 
That  lean  on  Immanuel's  breast, 
And  xire  in  communion  with  God! 

8  This  heavenly  sweetness  below 
Is  common  to  all  that  believe : 
The  joys  of  communion  they  know, 
In  bonds  of  affection  they  live. 

4  When  striving  to  gain  the  blest  shore, 
They  mutual  succour  afford ; 
They  look  to  the  haven  beivjre, 
And  follow  their  Captain  and  Lord- 

6  Their  joys,  that  on  earth  are  begun,. 
Will  soon  be  completed  above : 
Their  labor  below  will  be  done 
"When  lost  in  the  ocean  ot  love. 

G  There  all  the  ship's  company  meet, 

Who  sailed  with  their  Saviour  below 
Their  union  will  then  be  complete, 
And  sorrow  they  never  shall  know. 


77 


3  8s  and  2  7s. 


TTrHEX  tossed  on  error's  stormy  tide, 
"  "     From  doubt  to  darkness  driven, 
'Twas   thine   my  wandering   thoughts    tQ« 

guide, 
And  bid  the  world  no  more  divide, 
My  erring  heart  from  heaven. 

As  more  to  fancy's  'wildering  song, 
That  heart's  applause  was  given ; 
Tc  charm  it  from  the  joyless  throng, 
The  warning  seemed  to  breathe  along, 
The  holy  lyre  of  heaven, 


88  CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE 

3  But  though  the  warning  voice  was  sweet 

As  the  last  sight  of  even, 
My  soul  within  its  dark  retreat 
Reluctant  shrank,  and  feared  to  meet 

A  messenger  from  heaven. 

4  Yet  soon  the  chain  that  bound  my  soul 

By  mercy's  hand  was  riven  ; 
I  saw  the  clouds  asunder  roll, 
And  truth,  unerring  as  the  pole, 

Allured  me  back  to  heaven. 

5  My  grateful  heart  must  ever  glow, 

While  life  and  strength  are  given ; 
With  feelings  those  alone  can  know 
Whom  thou  hast  led  to  seek  below, 

The  blissful  hope  of  heaven. 


78 


8  lines  9s  and  8s,  and  1  10. 

REVISED   BY  Vv.  H. 


EELIGION  is  a  glorious  treasure, 
Diffusion  of  the  Saviour's  love ; 
The  Spirit's  comfort  without  measure; 

It  joins  our  souls  to  those  above; 
It  calms  our  fears,  it  soothes  our  sorrows- 
It  smooths  our  way  o'er  life's  rough  sea; 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 
This  heavenly  portion  ours  shall  be. 

2  While  journeying  here  through  tribulation^ 

In  phalanx  firm  we'll  march  along : 
Contentions  may  divide  the  nations, 

But  Christ  shall  be  our  common  song— 
For  pure  religion  knits  together — 

It  binds  in  love,  but  makes  us  fr^e : 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  ours  shall  be. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  89 

t  How  vain!  how  frail !   how  transitory! 

This  world,  with  all  its  pomp  and  show; 
Its  mighty  names,  renowned  in  story — ■ 

We'll  gladly  leave  them  all  below. 
A  brighter  object  now  enraptures — 
In  Christ  alone  we  beauties  see : 
.  While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 
This  heavenly  portion  ours  shall  be. 

4  Our  earthly  house  is  fast  dissolving, 

And  mortal  life  will  soon  be  o:er ; 
The  cares  within  us  now  revolving, 

"Will  soon  afflict  our  hearts  no  more ; 
But  pure  religion  lasts  forever ; 

In  death  our  souls  shall  strengthened  be ; 
"While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  ours  shall  be. 

Ij  q  3  7s  and  2  6s. — Petition* 

i    tj  SOCIAL   MEETING. 

jRAW  nigh  to  us,  Jehovah, 
In  our  social  meeting ; 
In  this  propitious  hour, 
Oh,  may  we  feel  thy  power 

In  this  social  meeting. 

2  Draw  nigh  to  us,  blessed  Jesus, 

In  our  social  meeting; 
Oh,  may  we  find  thy  favor, 
Thou  ever  blessed  Saviour, 

In  this  social  meeting. 

3  Draw  nigh  to  us,  blessed  Spirit, 

In  our  social  meeting ; 
Convince,  and  renovate  us — 
Anew  in  Christ  create  us, 

In  this  social  meeting. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  37 


D1 


90  CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 


80 


8  lines  8s. — Lambeth, 


"ENCOMPASSED  with  clouds  of  distress, 
-*-^  Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 

I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face. 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine: 
Disheartened  with  waiting  so  long, 

I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load : 
All  plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God 

Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terror  shall  cease, 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply, 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 

The  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 
Speak,  Saviour !  for  sweet  is  thy  voice ; 

Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold: 
Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  cries, 

My  groanings  that  cannot  be  told. 

If  sometimes  I  strive  as  I  mourn, 
My  hold  of  thy  promise  to  keep, 

The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 
And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep. 

"While  harassed  and  cast  from  thy  sight, 
The  tempter  suggests,  with  a  roar, 

II  The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite: 
Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more." 

Yet,  Lord,  if  thy  love  hath  designed 

No  covenant  blessing  for  me, 
Ah,  tell  me,  how  is  it  I  find 

Some  pleasure  in  waiting  for  thee. 
Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art ; 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tower. 
Come,  succour  and  gladden  my  heart, 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  power. 


DESCRIBING   CHRIST.  91 

Q  1  L.  M.— Portugal. 

HOW  lovely,  how  divinely  sweet, 
0  Lord,  thy  sacred  courts  appear! 
*   Fain  would  my  longing  passions  meet, 
The  glories  of  thy  presence  there. 

2  Oh  !  blessed  the  men,  blessed  their  employ, 
"Whom  thy  indulgent  favors  raise 
To  dwell  in  those  abodes  of  joy, 
And  sing  thy  never-ceasing  praise. 

8  Happy  the  men  whom  strength  divine, 
With  ardent  love  and  zeal  inspires; 
Whose  steps  to  thy  blest  way  incline, 
With  willing  hearts  and  warm  desires. 

4  One  day  within  thy  sacred  gate 
Affords  more  real  joy  to  me, 
Than  thousands  in  the  tents  of  state ; 
The  meanest  place  is  bliss  with  thee. 


82 
0 


DESCRIBING  CHRIST. 

8  lines  lis  and  8s. — Light  Street. 


FIRST  PART. 


THOU"  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 
delight, 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call — 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night. 

My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all — 
Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  with  thy 
sheep, 
To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
For  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 


92  DESCRIBING   CHRIST. 

2  Oh,  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 
And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread? 

My  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen; 
The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 

Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flocks  he  has  gone? 

3  This  is  my  Beloved,  his  form  is  divine, 
His  vestments  shed  odors  around ; 

The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine^ 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crowned. 

The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lilies  that  grow 
In  the  vales  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 

On  his  cheeks  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  glow, 
And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 

4  His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer 

sweet, 
Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death ; 
1'ne  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 
His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace ; 
i'rom  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall 
know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

6  Love  sits  in  his  eyelids,  and  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high: 
Their  faces  the  cherubim  veil  in  his  sight, 

And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy. 
He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word ; 
i£e  speaks — and  eternity,  filled  with  his  Yoic0| 

Ee-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 


83 


DESCRIBING   CHRIST. 
8  lines  lis  and  8s. — Davis, 

SECOND   PART. 


HIS  vestment  of  righteousness,  who  shall 
describe? 
Its  purity  words  would  defile : 
The  heavens  from  his  presence  fresh  beauties 
imbibe, 
And  earth  is  made  rich  by  his  ?^aile. 
Such  is  my  Beloved,  in  excellence  bright, 

"When  pleased  he  looks  down  from  above, 
Like  the  morn  when  he  breathe.:  from  the 
chambers  of  light, 
And  comforts  his  people  with  love. 

2  But  when  armed  with  vengeance,  in  terrcr 
he  comes, 
The  nations  rebellious  to  tame, 
The  reins  of  omnipotent  power  he  assumes, 

And  rides  in  a  chariot  of  flame. 
A  two-edged  sword  from  his  mouth  issuer 
forth, 
Bright  quivers  of  fire  are  his  eyes : 
He  speaks,  and  black  tempests  are  seen  in 
the  north, 
And  storms  from  their  caverns  arise. 

£  Ten  thousand  destructions,  that  wait  for 
his  word, 

And  ride  on  the  wings  of  his  breath, 
Fly  swift  as  the  wind  at  the  nod  of  their  Lord, 

And  deal  out  the  arrows  of  death. 
His  cloud-bursting  thunders  their  voices  re- 
sound 

^  Through  all  the  vast  regions  on  high ; 
Till  from  the  deep  center  loud  echoes  rebound, 

And  meet  the  quic,k  flame  in  the  sky. 


94  DESCRIBING   CHRIST. 

4  The  portals  of  heaven  at  his  bidding  obey, 

And  expand  ere  his  banner  appear ; 
Earth  trembles  beneath,  till  her  mountains 
give  way, 
And  hell  shakes  her  fetters  with  fear. 
When  he  treads  on  the  clouds,  as  the  dust  of 
his  feet, 
And  grasps  the  big  storm  in  his  hand, 
What  eye  the  fierce  glance  of  his  anger  shall 
meet, 
Or  who  in  his  presence  shall  stand? 


84 


4  lines  lis. — Geard. 


THOU  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  silver 
stream 
Our  Saviour,  at  midnight,  when  moonlights 

pale  beam 
Shone  bright  on  the  waters,  would  frequently 

stray, 
And  lose,  in  thy  murmurs,  the  toils  of  the  day. 

2  How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on  his 

head! 
How  hard  was  his  pillow,  how  humble  hia 

bed! 
The  angels  astonished  grew  sad  at  the  sight, 
And  followed  their  Master  with  solemn  de* 

light. 

3  0  Garden  of  Olives,  thou  dear,  honored 

spot, 

The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  for- 
got! 

The  theme  most  transporting  to  serapha 
above, 

The  triumph  of  sorrow — the  triumph  of  loye ! 


DESCRIBING    CHRIST,  95 

4  Come,  saints,  and  adore  him;   come,  bow 

at  his  feet ! 
Oh,  give   him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is 

meet ; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the 

skies. 


85 


6  7s  and  2  6s. 

"DURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 
-*-'  To  my  returned  vision, 
All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  elysian; 
Lo  !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise ! 

,  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 

Freely  flash  before  him : 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him  : 
Angel  trumps  resound  his  fame ; 
Lute3  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name  ; 
Heaven  is  heightened  by  the  theme. 

Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 
From  their  princely  station, 

Shout  his  glorious  victories, 
Sing  the  great  salvation ; 

Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 

Cry  in  reverential  tone, 

Glory  be  to  God  alone, 

Holy !  holy !  holy  One. 


96  DESCRIBING    CHRIST. 

4  Hark !  the  thrilling  symphonies 
Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us  • 
Join  we,  too.  the  holy  lays, 

Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus ! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, 
Jesus,  Jesus  flow  along. 


86 


9,  7,  14,  ! 


CAW  v?  my  Saviour  !  saw  ye  my  Saviour! 
^   Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God  ? 
Oh!  he  died  on  Calvary,  to  atone  for  you  and 
me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

2  He  was  extended!  he  was  extended! 
Shamefully  nailed  to  the  cross  ; 

Oh!  he  bowed  his  head  and  died:  thus  my 
Lord  was  crucified. 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding!  Jesus  hung  bleeding? 
Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain ; 

Oh!  the  sun  refused  to  shine  when  his  ma- 
jesty divine 
Was  derided,  insulted  and  slain. 

4  Darkness  prevailed  !  darkness  prevailed! 
Darkness  prevailed  o'er  the  land; 

Oh  !  the  solid  rocks  were  rent,  through  crea* 
tion's  vast  extent, 
When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God-man. 

6  When  it  was  finished,  when  it  was  finished, 
And  the  atonement  was  made, 


DESCRIBING    CHRIST.  97 

He  was  taken  by  the  great,  and  embalmed  in 
spices  sweet, 
And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail,   mighty  Saviour !    hail,  mighty  Sa- 

viour ! 

Prince  and  the  author  of  peace ; 
Oh!  he  burst  the  bands  of  death,  and  triumph- 
ant from  the  earth, 

He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  Now  interceding,  now  interceding, 
Pleading  that  sinners  may  live  ; 

Crying,  Father,  I  have  died  (oh,  behold  my 
hands  and  side) 
To  redeem  them — I  pray  thee  forgive. 

8  I  will  forgive  them,  I  will  forgive  them, 
If  they  will  repent  and  believe  ; 

Let  them  now  return  to  me,  and  be  recon« 
ciled  to  thee, 
And  -salvation  they  all  shall  receive. 


87 


4  8s  and  2  7s. 


OEE  the  Lord  of  glory  dying, 

^   See  him  gasping,  hear  him  crying  ; 

See  his  burdened  bosom  heave  : 
Look,  ye  sinners,  you  that  hung  him, 
Look  how  deep  your  sins  have  stung  him 

Dying  sinners,  look  and  live. 

See  the  rocks  and  mountains  quaking, 
Earth  unto  her  center  shaking; 

Nature's  groans  awake  the  dead, 
Lo,  the  sun  is  struck  with  wonder, 
While  the  legal  peais  of  thunder 

Smite  the  dear  Redeemer's  head. 
7 


hO  DESCRIBING    CHRIST. 

3  Heaven's  bright,  melodious  legions, 
Chanting  through  the  tuneful  regions, 

Cease  to  thrill  the  quivering  string, 
Songs  seraphic  all  suspended, 
Till  the  mighty  war  was  ended 

By  the  all-victorious  King. 

4  Hell,  and  all  tne  powers  infernal, 
Vanquished  by  the  King  Eternal, 

When  he  poured  the  vital  flood ; 
By  his  groans,  which  shook  creation, 
Lo  !  we  fo"aid  a  proclamation : 

Peace  and  pardon  by  his  blood. 

6  Shout,  ye  saints,  with  adoration — - 
Fill  with  songs  the  wide  creation- 
He  is  rise«n  from  the  grave : 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation, 
To  the  Rock  of  your  salvation, 
Who  alone  has  power  to  save. 

6  Bear,  with  patience,  tribulation, 
Overcoming  all  temptation, 

Till  the  glorious  jubilee; 
He  will  come  with  bursts  of  thunder. 
Then  shall  we  adore  and  wonder, 

Singing  cii  the  highest  key. 


CM. 

GOD-MAN. — W.  H. 


88' 

HAIL,  hidden  mystery  of  grace ! 
Hail,  heaven-developed  plan! 
Th'  immortal  Author  of  our  race, 
Becomes  a  mortal  man! 

2  He  seeks  these  hostile  shores  beneatn, 
Exiled  from  friends  above, 


DESCRIBING    CHRIST.  99 

That,  dying,  he  might  save  from  death, 
The  scorners  of  his  love. 

t  A  servant's  humble  form  he  wears, 
Obscuring  the  divine ; 
In  human  likeness  he  appears, 
That  we  in  his  might  shine. 

i  A  life  of  poverty  and  woes, 
A  shameful  death  was  his ; 
That  he  might  lavish  on  his  foes 
A  life  of  glorious  bliss. 

6  To  bear  my  load  of  sin,  and  me, 
The  Son  of  God  was  given: — 
My  sins  he  bore  to  Calvary, 
Myself  he  bears  to  heaven. 

6  The  Lord  of  life  in  death's  deep  gloom, 

A  slaughtered  captive,  fell  : 
The  slaughtered  captive  burst  the  tomb, 
And  vanquished  death  and  hell. 

7  A  God — he  weeps  as  man  with  men, 

And  bows  himself  in  prayer  ; 
A  man — he  mounts  to  heaven,  and  reigns 
Jehovah's  Fellow  there. 

8  Exalted  to  th'  eternal  throne, 

AVho  bought  us  with  his  blood, 
He  makes  the  Godhead  all  our  own, 
He  makes  us  One  with  God. 


89 


8  lines  7s  and  6s. — Romain. 

MONTGOMERY. 

TTAIL  to  the  Lord's  anointed, 
J--L  Great  David's  greater  Son ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 
His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 


100  DESCHrBIXG   CHRIST. 

He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succor  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong. 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

"Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  By  such  shall  he  be  feared, 

While  sun  and  moon  endure, 
Beloved,  obeyed,  revered ; 

For  he  shall  judge  the  poor, 
Through  changing  generations, 

With  justice,  mercy,  truth, 
While  stars  maintain  their  stations, 

Or  moons  renew  their  youth. 


90 


C.  ^l.—Kirkland. 

GRATEFUL  MEMORY. 


JESUS  !  thy  love  shall  we  forget ; 
And  never  bring  to  mind 
The  grace  that  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
And  bade  us  pardon  find  ? 

CHORUS. 

Our  sorrows  and  our  sins  were  laid 

On  thee — alone  on  thee; 
Thy  precious  blood  our  ransom  paid ; 

Thine  all  the  glory  be. 


DESCRIBING    CHRIST.  101 

2  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget, 

Thy  fasting  and  thy  prayer ; 
Thy  Jocks  with  mountain  vapors  wet, 
To  save  us  from  despair. 

3  Gethsemane  can  we  forget ; 

Thy  struggling  agony — 
When  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet, 
And  none  to  watch  with  thee? 

4  Can  we  the  plaited  crown  forget, 

The  buffeting  and  shame, 
When  hell  thy  sinking  soul  beset, 
And  earth  reviled  thy  name  ? 

6  The  nails — the  spear — can  we  forget; 
The  agonizing  cry — 
"My  God  !  my  Father  !  wilt  thou  let 
Thy  Son  forsaken  die?"' 

6  Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget— 
Our  kindred  cease  to  love ; 
But  He  who  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
Our  constancy  shall  prove. 

Q  "I  Precious  Bible. 

*"  THE   BEST   0?  FRIENDS. 

/"\NE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

^-    Well  deserve^  the  name  of  Friend; 

His  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  vnows  no  end : 
They  who  oi:ce  his  kindness  prove, 
Fin -"•  it  everlasting  love  ! 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  og 

Could,  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God  : 


102  DESCRIBING    CHRIST. 

It  was  boundless  love  to  bleed ; 
Jesus  is  a  Friend  indeed. 

3  When  he  l;ved  on  earth  abased. 

"  Friend  of  sinners,"  was  his  name  ; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same  : 
Still  he  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

4  Oh  !  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love, 
We,  alas !  forget,  too  often, 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above  : 
When  to  heaven  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought. 


92 


Harwich. 

CHRIST   OUR  SURETY. 


A  LL  ye  that  pass  by, 
-^-  To  Jesus  draw  nigh ; 

To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  should  die  ? 
Our  ransom  and  peace, 
Our  surety  he  is : 

Come,  see  if  there  ever  was  sorrow  like  His* 

2  The  Lord,  in  the  day 
Of  his  anger  did  lay 

Our  sins  on  the  Lamb,   and  he  boro  then 
away : 

He  dies  to  atone 

For  sins  not  his  own, 
The  Father  afflicted  for  you  his  dear  Son. 

3  For  sinners  like  me, 
He  died  on  the  tree ; 

JRb  death  is  accepted,  the  sinner  is  free; 


DESCRIBING   CHRIST.  103 

My  pardon  I  claim, 
A  sinner  I  am, 
A  sinner  believing  in  Jesus's  name. 

4  He  purchased  the  grace 
Which  now  I  embrace  ; 

0    Father  I     thou    knowest  he  died  in  my 
place : 
His  death  is  my  plea — 
My  Advocate  see — 
And  hear  the  blood  speak  that  has  answered 
for  me. 

5  With  joy  we  approve! 
The  plan  of  his  love ; 

A  wonder  to  all,  both  beloT7  and  above  : 

'When  time  is  no  m^re, 

We  still  shall  adore 
That  ocean  of  love,  without  bottom  or  shore 


MBHAH. 

'HO  is  it  that  comes  fi  :>m  far, 


99 
TV 

'  »     Clad  in  garments  dipped  in  blood  ? 
Strong  triumphant  traveler, 
Is  he  man,  or  is  he  God ! 

2  "I  that  speak  in  righteousness, 
Son  of  God  and  man  I  am  ; 
Mighty  to  redeem  your  race, 
Jesus  is  your  Saviour's  name." 

$  Wherefore  are  thy  garments  red, 
Dyed  as  in  a  crimson  sea  ? 
They  that  in  a  wine-vat  tread, 
Are  not  stained  so  much  as  thee. 


104  PRAISE. 

4  "  I,  the  Father's  favorite  Son, 

Have  the  dreadful  winepress  trod; 
Borne  the  vengeful  wrath  alone, 
All  the  fiercest  wrath  of  God." 


94 


PHAISE. 

S.  M. — Cranbrook. 


f^  RACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
^*    Harmonious  to  the  ear; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

3  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wonderous  plan. 

o  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
And  every  ransomed  power  shall  join 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


95 


C.  M. 


C  INC  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
^  Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue ; 
His  new  discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 


PRAISE.  105 

2  Say  to  the  nations.  Jesus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son: 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

8  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 
Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  skies, 

His  glorious  train  display ; 
Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  valleys  rise, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold,  he  comes,  he  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  as  their  God ; 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  send  his  truth  abroad. 


t/0  C.  M. — Coronation. 

A  LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name; 
-^-  Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Oown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
Who  from  his  altar  call; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

8  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
A  remnant  weak  and  small, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


106  PRAISE. 

4  Sinners !  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


97 


4  7s. — Redeeming  Love. 

"^"OW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
■*■*    Sing  aloud  to  Jesus'  name ! 
Ye  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

%  Ye  r:ho  see  the  Father'^  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

>  Mourning  souls  dry  up  your  tears ; 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  ; 
See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancelled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin, 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop,  and  taste  redeem;:^  love. 

5  Welcome  eul  by  sin  oppressed, 
sYelcome  to  his  sacred  rest : 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 


98 


L.  M.—Star  of  Bethlehem. 

KIRK  WHITE. 


WHEN  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  skyj 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 


PRAISE.  107 

Hark!  hark!  to  God,  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 

But  one  alone,  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud — the  night  was  dark, 
The  oce^r.  yawned — and  rudely  blowed 

The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark, 
Pee],  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Deathstruck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
"Wi^n  suddenly  a  Star  arose — 

It  l  "is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all — 

It  bade  rny  dark  forebodings  cease; 
Aud  through  the  storm  am-  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

1;11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star,  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


99 


C.  Bf. — Harmony  Grove 


TT   HEX  G*"^  revealed  his  gracious  name, 

•  *     And  chiiaged  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 
2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 
And  did  thy  hand  confess  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unkuuwn  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 
2  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies  j 
Can  give  us  d-\y  for  night : 
Mate  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 


108  PRAISE. 


100 


C.  M. — Baltimore. 


A  WAKE,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eycar, 
■"■  And  raise  your  voices  high : 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  grace, 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies ; 

Each  moment  brings  it  near : 
Then  welcome,  each  declining  day, 
And  each  revolving  year. 

3  Nor  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course; 

Ye  mortal  powers,  decay ! 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Yo  bring  eternal  day. 


101 


S.  M.  —  Concord. 


/^OME  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
^  Ana  "xiymns  of  glory  sing ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown, 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

8  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own, 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 


PRAISE.  109 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

J_Uw      L.  M. — Loving-kindness.* 

A  WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
-^*-  And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise , 
He,  justly,  claims  a  song  from  me — 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free  '. 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  by  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate — 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great ! 

3  Through  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Ihough  earth  and  hell  my  way  ojpose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along — 

His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  clond, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood — 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good ! 

6  Although  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
And  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
Oh  !   may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  9S. 


110  PRAISE. 

7  Then  let  ine  mount  and  soar  away, 
To  brighter  worlds  of  endless  day, 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 


103 


C.  M.—  Pisgah. 


j"\H,  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
>^   To  God,  the  sovereign  King! 
Let  every  land  its  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high ; 

His  heavenly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  sound. 

3  "While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  sing ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns 


104 


4  6s  and  2  8s. — Carmarthen. 

p  IVE  thanks  to  God  most  high, 
^*    The  universal  Lord  ; 
The  sovereign  King  of  kings ; 

And  be  his  grace  adored. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord,  shall  still  endure, 
And  ever  sure  abides  thy  word. 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

"What  wonders  hath  he  done  i 
He  formed  the  earth  and  seas, 

And  spread  the  heavens  alone. 
His  power  and  grace  are  still  the  same ; 
And  let  his  name  have  endless  praise. 


PRAISE.  Ill 

8  He  saw  the  nations  lie, 
All  perishing  in  sin, 
And  pitied  the  sad  state 
The  ruined  world  vras  in. 
Thy  mercy.  Lord,  shall  still  endure, 
And  ever  sure  abides  thy  word. 

4  He  sent  his  holy  S  >n 

To  save  us  from  our  wo, 
From  Satan,  sin,  and  death, 

And  every  hurtful  foe. 
His  power  and  grace  are  still  the  same; 
And  let  his  name  have  endless  praise. 


105 


C.  M. 

DODDRIDGE. 


TTO^V  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
■"-  In  a  believer's  ear! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  woundg, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  -whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast  ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

2  Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build; 
My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 
My  never-failing  treasury,  filled, 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus,  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 
My  prophet,  priest,  and  king; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 


112  PRAISE. 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 
With  every  fleeting  breath  : 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


106 


4  6s  and  2  8s.— Dunstable, 


A  WAKE  thy  song,  0  earth ! 
-^-  For  God  hath  heard  thy  cry : 
A  glorious  day  hath  birth, 
Its  star  is  in  the  sky ; 
Though  long  thy  night,  and  deep  its  glooi% 
Arise  !  arise  !  thy  light  has  come. 

2  Amid  the  storm  of  wrath, 

When  ruin's  deluge  reigned, 
He  saw  the  direful  death, 

And  bade  the  ruin  end. 
Deliverance  came,  the  ark  was  reared, 
And  o'er  the  flood  the  bow  appeared. 

3  What  though  thy  foe  be  strong, 

And  "legion"  his  dread  name — 
Though  of  the  wrathful  throng 

He  bears  the  loftiest  fame  ? 
Thy  help  descends  from  yonder  thronef 
And  victory  is  the  Lord's  alone. 

4  'Twas  God  who  saw  thy  fears, 

Who  heard  thy  thousandth  sigh, 
When  thou,  abased  in  tears, 

Scarce  hoped  that  help  was  nigh; 
He  dashed  the  cup  that  hell  had  given, 
And  showered  the  crysta1  stream  ef  heavea. 


PRAISE.  lie 

5  Thine,  Lord,  is  all  the  power, 
Far  may  thy  conquests  spread, 
The  demon  reigns  no  more 

When  thou  shalt  bruise  his  head. 
The  -world,  renewed,  to  thee  shall  come — 
The  earth  rejoice  in  Eden's  bloom. 


10 


I      4  lines  7s. — The  Lord  is  risen.* 


COXGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
^  Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
"When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
WThen  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born, 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he, 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  will  man  aione  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No — the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

6  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  121. 


114  PRAISE. 

$  Borne  upon  the  latest  breath, 

Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death; 

Then  amidst  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 


108 


CM. 

DODDRIDGE. 


TESTS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
**    'Tis  music  to  mine  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  hearen  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  my  precious  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 
And  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


115 


CHRISTIAN  PILGRIMAGE  AND  WARFARE 


109 


8  lines  7s  and  5s. 


/~\H,  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
^  And  reign  -with  him  above, 
To  drink  the  flowing  fountains 

Of  everlasting  love  ? 
"When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  Captain's  voice  I  hear ; 
He  gives  me  all  my  orders, 

And  tells  me  not  to  fear ; 
And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give ; 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternally  shall  live. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die  ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus, 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly : — 
I'll  fly  from  sin  and  sorrow, 

And  bid  them  both  adieu ; 
And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  the   ray; 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 
And  don't  forget  to  pray. 


, 


116  CHRISTIAN   PILGRIMAGE 

Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor, 
Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  ; 

And  when  the  "war  is  ended, 
You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

6  Oh,  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend ,' 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend  ; 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request, 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

A^d  take  you  home  to  rest. 


110 


CM. 


TN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 
-*■   My  j  ourney  I'll  pursue  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-loved  saints, 
Tor  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  "  Stay,"  says  the  world,  "  and  taste  awhilt 
My  every  pleasant  sweet:" 
11  Hinder  me  not,"  my  soul  replies, 
''Because  the  way  is  great." 

8  M  Stay,"  Satan,  my  old  master,  cries, 
"Or  force  shall  thee  detain:" 
11  Hinder  me  not,  I  will  be  gone, 
My  God  hath  broke  thy  chain." 

4  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 
111  follow  where  he  goes; 
"Hinder  me  not,"  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 


AND    WARFARE.  117 

5  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command ; 
4<  Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  hound 
To  my  Iminanuel's  land. 

6  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 
**  Hinder  me  not,"  come  welcome  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 


Ill 


8  lines  7s  and  8s. 


SPHERE  is  a  land  of  pleasure, 
-*-   Where  streams  of  joy  forever  roll: 
*Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 

And  there  I  hope  to  land  my  soul. 
Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me, 

With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray ; 
Bat  since  my  Saviour  found  me, 

A  light  has  shone  along  my  way. 

2  I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan, 

Still  guided  by  my  Saviour's  hand; 
Oh,  come  along,  poor  sinner 

And  see  Immanuel's  happy  landl 
To  all  that  stay  behind  me, 

I  bid  a  long,  a  last  farewell ! 
Oh,  come,  or  you'll  repent  it 

"When  you  shall  re&ch  the  gates  of  hell 
I  The  vale  of  tears  surrounds  me, 

And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before  : 
Oh,  how  I  stand  and  tremble, 

To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar ! 
Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me, 

And  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  there ; 
From  sinking  down  to  darkness, 

The  doleful  regions  of  despair? 


118  CHRISTIAN    PILGRIMAGE 

4  The  waves  shall  not  affright  me, 

Although  they're  deeper  than  the  grave 
If  Jesus  will  stand  by  me, 

I'll  calmly  ride  on  Jordan's  wave. 
His  word  has  calmed  the  ocean ; 

His  lamp  has  cheered  the  gloomy  vale, 
Oh,  may  this  friend  be  with  me , 

When  through  the  gates  of  death  I  sail 

Then  come,  thou  king  of  terrors, 

And  with  thy  weapons  lay  me  low  I 
I  soon  shall  reach  that  region, 

"Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow. 
Now  Christians  I  must  leave  you, 

A  few  more  days  to  suffer  here : 
Through  grace  I  soon  shall  meet  yon: 

My  soul  exults — I'm  almost  there. 

6  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet 

Shall  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll: 
Then  I  shall  see  my  Saviour, 

With  shining  ranks  of  angels  come 
To  execute  his  vengeance, 

And  take  his  ransom'd  people  home. 

112 

LIFT  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friend*! 
And  taste  the  pleasures  Jesus  sends; 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory. 


AND  WARFARE.  119 

If  we  but  strive,  and  -watch,  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

3  0  good  old  way,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart ; 

But  may  our  actions  always  say, 
We're  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

4  Though  Satan  may  his  powers  employ, 
Our  peace  and  comfort  to  destroy, 

Yet  never  fear,  we'll  gain  the  day, 
And  shout  and  sing  the  gooa    Id  way. 

5  And  when  on  Pisgah's  mount  we  stand, 
And  view,  by  faith,  the  promised  land, 
Then  we  may  sing,  and  shout,  and  pray, 
And  march  along  the  god  old  way. 

6  Ye  valiant  souls,  for  heaven  contend ; 
Remember,  glory's  aw  the  end; 

Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away, 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 

7  Then  fat  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 
We'll  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before, 
An&  dhout  to  think  we've  gained  the  day 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 


113 


8  lines  7s  and  6s. — Amsterdam, 


KISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

To  heaven,  thy  native  place. 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above. 


120  CHRISTIAN  PILGRIMAGE 

2  Kivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
Thus  a  soul  new-born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn— 

Press  onward  to  the  prize? , 
Soon  the  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  through  the  skies ; 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

m4  lines  8s  and  7s. — Pilgrim, 
THE  FEMALE  PILGRIM. 

WHITHER,  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
Passing  through  this  darksome  vale  * 
Know'st  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 

CHORUS. 

Pm  hound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  mef 
Hallelujah  !  praise  ye  the  Lord! 

2  Pilgrim,  thou  dost  justly  call  me, 

Wandering  o'er  this  waste  so  wide ; 
Fet  no  harm  will  e'er  befall  me, 
While  I'm  blessed  with  such  a  guide. 
Pm  bound,  $c 

8  Such  a  guide  ! — no  guide  attends  thee , 
Hence,  for  thee  my  fears  arise, 


AND  WARFARE.  121 

If  some  guardian  power  befriends  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

I'm  bound,  $c, 

4  Yes,  unseen — but  still,  believe  me, 

Such  a  guide  my  steps  attends ; 
He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me, 
He  from  every  harm  defends. 

I'm  bound,  £c. 

5  Pilgrim  !  see  that  stream  before  thee  ! 

Darkly  winding  through  the  vale  ; 

Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 

Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 

Fm  bound,  $c. 

S  No,  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I  bend  ; 

There  to  plunge  will  be  delightful, 

There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 

Fm  bound,  §c. 
7  While  I  gazed — with  speed  surprising 

Down  the  stream  she  plunged  from.sigkt: 
Gazing  still  I  saw  her  rising, 

Like  an  angel  clothed  with  light. 
Oh,  she's  gone  to  the  kingdom,  . 
Will  you  follow  her  to  glory  ? 
Hallelujah  I  praise  ye  the  Lord! 


115 


4  8s  and  2  Qs.—lVie  Happy  Few* 

COME,  brethren   dear,    who   know   the 
Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 
In  Jesus'  ways  go  on : 


*3iinstrel  of  Zion,  p.  .^>3. 


122  CHRISTIAN  PILGRIMAGE 

Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 
When  we  arrive  at  home. 

2  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne, 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high  ; 
It  comes  in  floods  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again* 

The  fountain  ne'er  runs  dry. 

3  Oh,  when  we  once  shall  dwell  above, 
Around  the  dazzling  throne  of  love, 

Where  heavenly  glory  beams  ; 
Jesus  will  lead  his  people  through 
The  groves  of  bliss  forever  new- 
Watered  with  living  streams. 

4  Triumphantly  we  there  shall  sing 
The  conquests  o„  our  Saviour  king — 

When  all  his  saints  get  home : 
Come,  hasten  on  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there  : 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

5  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

When  all  our  toils  are  o'er  ; 
Now  here's  my  heart  and  here's  my  hand* 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

1  -i  r*  8  lines  7s  and  9s. 

110  REVISED  BY  W.   H. 

BRETHREN,  hear  the  martial  sound, 
The  gospel  trumpet  now  is  blowing; 
Men  in  order  'listing  round, 

And  soldiers  to  the  standard  flowing ! 


AND  WARFARE.  123 

Bounty's  offered — joy  and  peace — 
To  every  soldier  this  is  given  ,- 

"When  from  toil  and  war  they  cease, 
A  mansion  bright  prepared  in  heaven. 

2  Those  who  long  in  debt  have  laid, 

And  feel  the  hand  of  sore  oppression, 
Have  their  debts  all  freely  paid, 

And  share  at  once  a  rich  possession : 
Lc  .'  the  sick,  the  blind,  the  dumb  ! 

Leave  all  their  maladies  behind  them  ! 
Eebel  outlaws,  when  they  come. 

Feel  love's  sweet  bonds  completely  bind 
them. 

3  Victory  is  not  to  the  strong  ; 

The  burden 's  on  our  Captain's  shoulder ; 
None  so  aged,  none  so  young, 

But  he  may  'list  and  be  a  soldier : 
Those  who  cannot  fight  or  fly — 

Beneath  this  banner  find  protection; 
None  who  on  his  name  rely 

Shall  be  reduced  to  base  subjection. 

i  Fear  ye  not,  the  cause  is  good  ; 

Come — who  will  to  the  crown  aspire: 
In  this  cause  the  martyrs  stood, 

And  shouted  victory  in  the  fire. 
In  this  cause  we'll  follow  on  ; 

And  soon  we'll  tell  the  wonderous  story, 
How,  by  faith,  we  won  the  crown, 

And  fought  our  way  to  life  and  glory. 

5  Lo,  the  battle  is  begun, 

Behold  the  armies  now  in  motion ! 
Some  the  fight  have  almost  won, 

And  grasp  by  faith  their  future  portion . 


124  CHRISTIAN   PILGRIMAGE 

Hark  !  the  victors  sing  aloud ; 

Immanuel's  chariot  wheels  are  rolling  | 
Mourners  weeping  through  the  crowd, 

And  Satan's  throne  like  lightning  fall- 
ing. 

6  Now,  ye  rebels,  come,  enlist, 

The  officers  are  still  recruiting ; 
Will  you  still  in  sin  persist, 

And  spend  your  time  in  vain  disputing! 
All  your  caviling  ie  ia  vain; 

And  if  you  do  not  sue  for  favor, 
Down  you'll  sink  to  endless  pain, 

To  bear  the  wrath  of  God  forever. 

117 

JL  J-    I  PILGRIM  STRANGER. 

"For  I  have  been  a  stranger  in  a  strange  land." 

T  AM  a  pilgrim,  I  am  a  stranger ; 

•*■  I  ca,^  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night: 

Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 

To  where  the  streamlets  are  ever  flowing. 

I  am  a  pilgrim,  I  am  a  stranger  ; 

I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

2  Of  that  temple  to  which  I  am  going, 
My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  the  light; 
"Within  a  country  unknown  and  dreary, 
I've  been  wandering  forlorn  and  weary. 
I  am  a  pilgrim,  §c. 

8  There  the  sunbeams  are  ever  shining — 
I  am  longing,  I  am  longing  for  the  sight; 
There  is  no  sorrow  or  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  sin  there,  nor  any  dying. 

I  am  a  pilgrim,  <J*c 


AND  WARFARE.  125 

4  There  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary,  and  the  weary  are  at  res*  ; 
There  is  no  mourning,  nor  any  grief  there, 
Nor  any  weeping,  as  when  we  part  here. 
I  c:n  a  pilgrim ,  $c. 

£  If  we  are  holy,  we  shall  meet  there 

And  we  never,  and  we  never  more  shal 

part ; 
Uut  with  angels  and  spirits  holy, 
We  will  join  with  the  meek  and  lowly. 
Once  a  pilgrim,  once  >.i  stranger, 
Now  an  angel,  and  a  blessed  child  of  light. 


118 


L.  M. 


HTHERE  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies, 
-*■    A  heaven  where  rWsure  never  dies; 
A  heaven  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 
Yet  often  fear  'tis  not  for  me. 


But  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend,  oh,  haHelujah  I 
Hallelujah,  Jesus,  Jesus  L  ..ij  friend  I 

2  The  way  is  difficult  and  strait, 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate  ; 
Ten  thousand  dangers  ar?  therein  ; 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  me  in. 

But  Jesus,  §c. 

8  I  travel  through  a  world  of  foes, 
Through  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes, 
The  tempter  cries,I  ne'er  shall  stand, 
Nor  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 
But  Jesus,  §c. 


126  CHRISTIAN  PILGRIMAGE 

4  Thro*  glimmering  hopes  and  gloomy  feara^ 
Dimly  the  heavenly  way  appears  ; 

But  in  this  way  methinks  I  see 
The  track  of  him  that  died  for  me. 

But  Jesus,  $c. 

5  I  trace  the  footsteps  of  my  God, 
Who  on  the  cross  sustain'd  my  load  ; 
'Twas  on  that  dark  and  doleful  day, 
In  streaming  blood  he  passed  this  way. 

But  Jesus,  #c. 

6  Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what  will. 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still ; 
Through  dangers  thick,  and  hell's  alarms, 
I  shall  be  safe  in  his  dear  arms. 

But  Jesus,  <$*c. 

7  Then,  0  my  soul,  arise  and  sing ; 
Behold  thy  Saviour,  Friend,  and  King! 
With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  down, 
And  cries,  "  Press  on,  and  take  the  crown/' 

But  Jesus,  §c, 

8  " Prove  faithful,  then,  a  few  more  days; 
Fight  the  good  fight,  and  win  the  race ; 
And  then  thy  soul  with  me  shall  reign, 
Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory  gain." 

But  Jesus,  $c 

9  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  tomb  with  sweet  surprise,. 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

But  Jesus,  £c 


AND  WARFARE.  127 

119  4  lines  lis. 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  sad- 
ness, 
Awake,  for  thy  foes   shall  oppress  thee  no 

more ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  Day-star  of 

gladness ; 
Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrows  is  o'er. 
2  Strong  were  thy  foes ;  but  the  arm  that 

subdued  them, 
And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier  far : 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that 

pursued  them  : 
How  vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots 

of  war ! 
8  Daughter  of  Zion  !    the  power  that  hath 

saved  thee 
Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  shallbe: 
Shout !  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved 

thee, 
The  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free* 


120 


6  7s  and  2  6s. — Millennial  Dawn.* 
C  OLDIER  of  the  cross,  arise  ! 
^  Lo  !  your  leader  from  the  skies 
"Waves  before  you  glory's  prize, 

The  prize  of  victory. 
Seize  ycur  armor,  gird  it  on  ; 
Fight  until  the  battle's  won ; 
Soon  the  conflict  will  be  done, 

Then  struggle  manfully. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  102. 


128  CHRISTIAN   TILGRIMAGE 

2  Jesus  conquered  when  he  fell, 

Met  and  vanquished  earth  and  hell ; 
Now  he  leads  you  on  to  swell 

The  triumphs  of  his  cross. 
Though  your  enemies  appear, 
Who  will  doubt,  or  who  can  fear  ? 
God,  our  strengthened  shield  is  near 

We  cannot  lose  our  cause. 

3  Onward,  then,  ye  hosts  of  God ! 
Jesus  points  the  victor's  rod, 
Follow  where  your  leader  trod ; 

You  soon  shall  see  his  face. 
Soon,  your  enemies  all  slain, 
Crowns  of  glory  you  shall  gain  ; 
Soon  you'll  join  that  glorious  train, 

Who  shout  their  Saviour's  praise. 


121 


CM. 

OH,  for  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love, 
To  waft  my  soul  away 
To  the  celestial  world  above, 
Where  pleasures  ne'er  decay. 

2  Eternal  Spirit,  deign  to  be 

My  pilot  here  below, 
To  steer  through  life's  tempestuous  se% 
Where  angry  tempests  blow 

3  From  rocks  of  pride  on  either  hand, 

From  quicksands  of  despair ; 
Oh,  guide  me  safe  to  Canaan's  land, 
Through  every  latent  snare. 

4  Anchor  me  in  that  port  above, 

On  that  celestial  shore, 
Where  dashing  billows  never  move, 
Where  tempests  never  roar. 


AND  WARFARE.  129 


122 


&      4  lines  7s. — Latest  Call.* 

"piLGRIM,  burdened  with  thy  sin, 
-*-     Haste  to  Zion's  gate  to-day ; 
There,  till  mercy  let  thee  in, 

Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch,  and  pray. 
2  Knock — for  mercy  lends  an  ear  ; 

Weep — she  marks  the  sinner's  sigh ; 
Watch — till  heavenly  light  appear; 
Pray — she  hears  the  mourner's  cry. 
8  Mourning  pilgrim  !  what  for  thee 
In  this  world  can  now  remain  ? 
Seek  that  world  from  which  shall  flee 
Sorrow,  shame,  and  tears,  and  pain. 
4  Sorrow  shall  forever  fly  ; 

Shame  shall  never  enter  there  ; 
Tears  be  wiped  from  every  eye ; 
Pain  in  endless  bliss  expire. 

123  L.  M. 

"TVTETE  no  abiding  city  here"— 

'  »    This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind ; 
But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 

2  M  We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 

Sad  truth,  were  this  to  be  our  home : 
But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
11  We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come." 

3  u  We've  no  abiding  city  here"— 

Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do ; 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  130. 


130  CHRISTIAN    PILGRIMAGE 

Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear; 

But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 

4  "We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 

We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight ; 

Zion  its  name — the  Lord  is  there — 

It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

I  %L  dt     4  6s  and  2  Ss.  —  Godis  our  King* 

"jDY  whom  was  David  taught 
-*-*     To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  Goliath  fought, 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low; 
Xo  sword  nor  spear  the  stripling  took, 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

2  'Tw&fl  Israel's  God  and  King 

Who  sent  him  to  the  fight ; 
Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling, 

And  skill  to  aim  aright. 
Ye  feeble  saints,  your  strength  enduref 
Because  young  David's  God  is  yours. 

3  Who  ordered  Gideon  forth, 

To  storm  the  invader's  camp, 
With  arms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ? 
The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known, 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown. 

4  Gh  !   I  have  seen  the  day, 

When,  with  a  single  word, 
God  helping  me  to  say, 

M  My  trust  is  in  the  Lord," 
My  soul  has  quell' d  a  thousand  foes, 
Fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose. 

*  Minstrel    :  lion.  d.  91. 


CHRISTIAN  PILGRIMAGE.  131 

But  unbelief,  self-will, 

Self-righteousness  and  pride, 

How  often  do  they  steal 
My  weapon  from  my  side  ! 

Yet  David's  Lord  and  Gideon's  Friend 

Will  help  his  servant  to  the  end. 


125 


S  7s. — Mary  at  the  Tomb* 

BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear ; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end  : 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go ; 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below  : 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"Child,"  your  Father  calls,  ''Comehome  !" 

In  the  way,  a  thousand  snares 

Lie  to  take  us  unawares  ; 

Satan,  with  malicious  art, 

Watches  each  unguarded  heart : 

But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 

Saints  shall  soon  in  glory  be  : 

Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

11  Child," your  Father  calls,  "Come home  I* 

But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 

None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 

Nor  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within: 

Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Christ  shall  also  conquer  these  : 

Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,"  your  Father  calls, "  Come  horn©  t* 


*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  66. 


132 


REJOICING  IN  HOPE. 


126 


C.  If.  D. 

/^OME,  let  us  join  our  friends  abord, 
^   Who  have  obtained  the  prize, 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 

To  joys  celestial  rise  : 
Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing, 

With  those  to  glory  gone  : 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 

In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 

2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him, 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 

The  narrow  stream  of  death  : 
One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 

And  part  is  crossing  now. 

3  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 

And  we  expect  to  die : 
His  militant,  embodied  host, 

With  wishful  looks  we  stand, 
And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 

And  reach  that  heavenly  land. 

4  Our  spirits,  too,  shall  quickly  join, 

Like  theirs  with  glory  crowned ; 
And  shout  to  see  our  Captain's  sign, 
And  hear  his  trumpet  sound: 


REJOICING    IN    HOPE.  1G3 

Oh.  that  we  now  might  grasp  our  guide ! 

Oh,  that  the  word  were  given ! 
Come,  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  waves  divide, 

And  land  us  all  in  heaven  ! 


127 


8  lines  8s  and  7s. — Interrogation^ 

T^EATH  shall  not  destroy  my  comfort, 
•*~^  Christ  shall  guide  me  thro"  the  gloom, 
Down  he'll  send  some  heavenly  convoy 

To  convey  my  spirit  home  : 
Jordan's  streams  shall  ne'er  o'erflow  me, 

While  my  Saviour  's  by  my  side, 
Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  me, 

Soon  I'll  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

2  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting 

On  the  banks  beyond  the  stream, 
Sweet  responses  still  repeating, 

Jesus,  Jesus,  is  their  theme ; 
See!   they  whisper:  hark!  they  call  me, 

Sister  spirit  come  away! 
Lo  !   I  come  !  earth  can't  contain  me : 

Hail,  ye  realms  of  endless  day  ! 

8  Worlds  of  light  and  crowns  of  glory, 

Far  above  yon  azure  sky. 
Though  by  faith  I  now  explore  ye  ; 

I'll  enjoy  you  soon  on  high  : 
Soon  I'll  gain  a  full  possession, 

Faith  and  hope  shall  henceforth  cease, 
Lest  in  love's  exhaustless  ocean, 

Love,  that  sweetest  brightest  grace. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  40. 


134  REJOICING   IN   HOPE. 

4  Swiftly  roll,  ye  lingering  hours, 

Seraphs  lend  your  glittering  wings; 
Love  absorbs  my  ransomed  powers, 

Heavenly  sound  around  me  rings : 
Jesus,  clad  in  dazzling  splendor, 

Now,  methinks,  appears  in  view: 
Sinners,  could  ye  see  my  Jesus, 

You  would  love  and  serve  him  too. 


128 


CM. 


HOW  peaceful  is  the  closing  scene, 
When  virtue  yields  its  breath ; 
How  sweetly  beams  the  smile  serene 
Upon  the  cheek  of  death  ! 

2  The  Christian's  heart  no  fear  can  blight, 

No  pain  his  peace  destroy ; 
He  views,  beyond  the  realms  of  light, 
A  pure  and  boundless  joy. 

3  Oh,  who  can  gaze  with  heedless  sight, 

On  scenes  so  fair  as  this? 
Who  but  exclaims — "  Thus  let  me  die, 
And  be  my  end  like  his  ?" 


129 


L.  M. 


HPHOUGH  born  to  suffer  and  to  die ;— 
-*-    From  grief  and  wo  my  soul  shall  flj ; 
Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
Away  to  New  Jerusalem. 

2  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath* 
I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death, 
I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 


REJOICING   IN    HOPE.  135 

8  Farewell,  vain  world,  I'm  going  home, 
My  Saviour  smiles,  and  bids  me  come ; 
Sweet  angels  beckon  me  away, 
To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day, 

4  I  soon  shall  pass  the  vale  of  death, 
And  in  his  arms  I'll  lose  my  breath, 
And  then  my  happy  soul  shall  tell, 
How  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

6  I  soon  shall  hear  the  awful  sound, 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ; 
Arise,  and  drop  your  dying  shrouds, 
And  meet  your  Saviour  in  the  clouds. 

G  When  to  that  blessed  world  I  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies, 
This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell, 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

7  Then  shall  I  see  my  blessed  God, 
And  praise  him  in  his  bright  abode  ; 
My  theme  through  all  eternity, 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be. 


130 


Vain  World,  Adieu.* 


•\ 


WHEN  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer, 
And  seas  are  calm,  and  skies  are  clear 
And  faith  in  lively  exercise, 
And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise, 
The  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
Vain  world,  adieu. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion.  p.  177. 


1S6  REJOICING   IN   HOPE. 

2  With  cheerful  hopes  her  eyes  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore : 
The  trees  of  life,  the  pastures  green, 
The  golden  streets,  the  crystal  stream ; 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 

Vain  world,  adieu. 

3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand ; 
With  steady  helm  and  free  bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  Tail ; 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 

Glory  to  God. 


131 


THE  DYING   CHRISTIAN. 


YITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
Quit,  oh,  quit  this  mortal  frame; 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
Oh,  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark !  they  whisper !  angels  say, 
Sister  spirit,  come  away ! 

WThat  is  this  absorbs  me  quite  ? 
Steals  my  senses — shuts  my  sight  ? 

Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  ? 

Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears! 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes !  my  ear? 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring ! 
Lend,  lend,  your  wings  !  I  mount !  I  fly ! 
0  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

0  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 


REJOICING   IN    HOPE.  137 

LOw     S  7s  and  Gs. — There  is  a  holy  city.* 

THERE  is  a  holy  city. 
A  happy  world  above, 
Beyond  the  starry  regions, 
Built  by  the  God  of  love ; 
An  everlasting  temple, 

And  saints  arrayed  in  white  ; 

They  serve  their  great  Redeemer, 

They  dwell  with  him  in  light. 

2  That  is  no  world  of  trouble ; 

The  God  of  peace  is  there; 
He  wipes  away  their  sorrows, 

He  banishes  their  care  ; 
Their  joys  are  still  increasing, 

Their  songs  are  ever  new, 
They  praise  the  eternal  Father, 

The  Son  and  Spirit  too. 

3  The  meanest  child  of  glory 

Outshines  the  radiant  sun  ; 
But  who  can  speak  the  splendor 

Of  that  eternal  throne, 
Where  Jesus  sits  exalted, 

In  godlike  majesty  ? 
The  elders  fall  before  him, 

The  angels  bend  the  knee. 

4  Long  time  was  I  invited 

To  gain  that  heavenly  rest ; 
Grace  made  no  hard  condition, 

'Twas  only  to  be  blest; 
But  earth's  bewitching  pleasures 

Inclined  me  long  to  stay  : 
I  sought  her  dreams  and  shadows, 

And  joys  that  pass  away. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  127. 


138  REJOICING   IN   HOPE. 

5  But  now  it  is  my  purpose 

The  better  way  to  find ; 
To  serve  my  great  Creator, 

And  leave  my  sins  behind : 
In  guilt's  seducing  mazes 

1  will  no  longer  roam  ; 
I'll  give  my  soul  to  Jesus, 

W  ho  brings  the  ransomed  home. 

6  And  what  shall  be  my  journey, 

How  long  I'll  stay  below, 
Or  what  shall  be  my  trials, 

Are  not  for  me  to  know : 
In  every  day  of  trouble, 

I'll  raise  my  thoughts  on  high ; 
I'll  think  of  that  bright  temple, 

And  crowns  above  the  sky. 


133 


C.  M.  D. 

THE  DYING   PILGRIM. 


TDEHOLD  the  Pilgrim  as  he  dies, 

-*-*  With  glory  in  his  view ; 

To  heaven  he  lifts  his  longing  eyes, 

And  bids  the  world  adieu  ; 
While  friends  are  weeping  all  around, 

And  loth  to  let  him  go, 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 

And  leaves  them  all  below : 

"  My  fellow-pilgrims,  I  must  haste 

Across  the  swelling  flood, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  to  meet 

My  Saviour  and  my  God: 
The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world 

Attract  my  soul  above  ; 
My  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  grace, 

And  feast  on  Jesus'  love. 


REJOICING    IN    HOPE.  139 

"Go  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

And  meet  your  brother  there  ; 
Although  ye  tread  enchanted  ground, 

Be  bold,  and  never  fear  : 
Press  on,  press  on,  ye  pilgrim  souls, 

And  keep  your  crown  in  view  ; 
And  till  you  reach  the  land  of  rest, 

Ye  pilgrim  souls,  adieu." 


IU 


C.  M. 


JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
V    Oh,  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold : 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 

3  Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleasant  walks, 

My  study  long  have  been ; 
Such  dazzling  views  by  human  sight 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord, 

"Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 
"What  folly  this,  that  I  should  dread 
To  die,  and  go  from  hence  ! 

5  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun ; 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  prais© 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 


140  REJOICING   IN    HOPE, 


135 


3  8s  and  2  Vs. 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wanderers  given ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 
'Tis  found  above — in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  soft,  a  downy  bed, 

'Tis  fair  as  breath  of  even; 
A  couch  for  weary  mortals  spread, 
Where  they  may  rest  the  aching  head, 

And  find  repose — in  heaven. 

3  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven ; 
"When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 

4  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 
And  views  the  tempests  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene — in  heaven. 

6  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given: 
There  joys  divine  disperse  the  gloom: 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb, 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


136 


C.  M. 

T)Y  faith  we  view  fair  Canaan's  coast, 
■*-*  Beyond  the  swelling  flood ; 
There  we  behold  a  shining  hostp 
An  army  bought  with  blood. 


REJOICING   IN   HOPE.  141 

!  They  once  with  troubles  were  oppressed; 

Like  us  they  suffered  here ; 
But  Jesus  Christ  has  made  them  blessed, 

And  wiped  off  every  tear. 
"With  joy  they  crossed  the  mighty  stream, 

On  which  their  souls  were  tossed ; 
They've  reached  the  new  Jerusalem, 

Where  faith  in  sight  is  lost. 
If  faithful,  we  expect,  ere  long 

To  reach  that  happy  place ; 
To  mingle  with  the  blood-washed  throng, 

And  shout  redeeming  grace. 


137 
H 


C.  M. 
EAYEN  is  a  place  of  endless  rest, 


Where  saints  and  angels  shine  ; 
They  are  with  Christ,  in  glory  blest, 
Their  joys  are  all  divine. 

2  The  saints  through  tribulation  passed 

Before  they  reached  the  shore ; 
But  they  obtained  the  prize  at  last, 
And  now  their  toils  are  o'er. 

3  Nor  grief,  nor  pain,  nor  doubts,  nor  fears, 

Can  reach  that  world  above  ; 
Christ  Jesus  wipes  away  their  tears, 
And  fills  their  hearts  with  love. 

4  They  neither  thirst  nor  hunger  more ; 

Their  want3  are  all  supplied; 
Oh  !  that  we  all  might  reach  the  shore, 

And  there  with  Christ  abide. 
6  Oh !  may  we  on  his  throne  sit  down, 

And  hear  him  say,  "  Well  done ! 
Receive  the  blood-bought,  starry  crown, 

Which  you  through  faith  have  won." 


142  REJOICING   IN    HOPE. 


138 


C.  M. 


TEBUSALEM  !  my  happy  home ; 
"    Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee? 

2  When  shall   these  eyes  thy  heaven-built 

walls 
And  pearly  gates  behold? 
Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold? 

3  Oh  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
i  And  Sabbaths  have  no  end? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blessed  seats  1   through  rude  and  storm} 
scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Why  should  I  shrink  from  pain  and  wo  ? 

Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there. 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  : 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ,  below, 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 


REJOICING  IN   HOPE.  143 

-LOt/  Us  and  12s. — Oh,  who  would  remain?* 

X  WOULD  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
■**  "Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er 

the  way  ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its 

cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin, 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within, 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with 

fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent 
tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway ;  no — welcome  the 

tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Oh  !  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 

God; 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ? 
6  Where  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to 

greet, 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly 

roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 

soul ! 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  58. 


144  REJOICING   IN   HOPE. 


140 


C.  M. 


OWEET  rivers  of  redeeming  love, 
^  Lie  just  before  mine  eye  ; 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  to  those  rivers  fly : 
I'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain, 

AVith  joy  outstrip  the  wind  ; 
I'd  cross  bold  Jordan's  stormy  maii^ 

And  leave  the  world  behind. 

2  I  view  the  monster  death,  and  smile, 

Now  he  has  lost  his  sting  ; 
Though  Satan  rages  all  the  while, 

I  still  in  triumph  sing  ; 
I  hold  my  Saviour  in  my  arms, 

And  will  not  let  them  go  ; 
I'm  so  delighted  with  his  charms, 

No  other  good  I'll  know. 

8  A  few  more  days,  or  years  at  most, 

My  troubles  will  be  o'er, 
I  hope  to  join  the  heavenly  host, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 
My  rapturous  soul  shall  drink  and  feaart 

In  love's  unbounded  sea  ; 
This  glorious  hope  of  endless  rest 

Is  mow  transporting  me. 

141  CM. 

FATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 
The  place  of  thine  abode ; 
I'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  fief 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God ! 


REJOICING    IN    HOP*,  145 

2  Hero  I  behold  thy  distant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleasing  sight; 
But  to  abide  in  thy  embrace 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen  ; 

In  shining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

4  Then  at  thy  feet,  with  awful  fear, 

Adoring  armies  fall ; 
"With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th'  Eternal  Ail. 

5  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  host 

In  duty  and  in  bliss : 
While  less  than  nothing  I  could  boast, 
And  vanity  confess. 

6  The  more  thy  glories  strike  mine  eyes 

The  humbler  I  •shall  lie  ; 
While  thus  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise 
Immeasurably  high. 


142 


8  lines  8s  and  7s: — Zion  Comforted.* 


THAR  above  yon  glorious  ceiling 
-*-    Of  the  azure-vaulted  sky, 
Jesus  sits,  his  love  revealing 

To  his  splendid  troops  on  high. 
Hosts  seraphic  humbly  bowing, 

At  his  feet  they  prostrate  fall ; 
Saints  and  angels  all  avowing 

God  in  Christ  is  all  in  all. 


*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  163. 
10 


146  REJOICING   IN   HOPJE. 

2  Could  we  leave  our  foolish  dreaming 

Of  a  fancied  heaven  below, 
And  see  Jesus'  glory  beaming, 

How  our  souls  would  long  to  go  ! 
We  in  him  our  rest  regaining, 

All  its  blessedness  should  prove  ; 
O'er  our  foes  victorious  reigning, 

Perfected  in  spotless  love. 

3  We  should  for  his  day  be  waiting ; 

When  the  full  reward  is  given  ; 
When  the  glorious  work's  completed, 

Jesus  takes  his  church  to  heaven. 
Pure  from  every  stain  of  nature, 

There  in  holiness  to  shine ; 
Moulded  like  its  great  Creator, 

All  immortal,  all  divine. 


143 


4  5s  and1 2  lis. 


5rFIS  pleasant  to  sing 
■*■    The  sweet  praise  of  our  King, 
As  here  in  this  valley  of  sorrows  we  move; 
'Twill  be  pleasanter  still 
When  we  stand  on  the  hill, 
And  give  thanks  to  our  Saviour,  our  Maste* 
above. 

2  'Tis  sweet  to  recline 
On  thy  bosom  divine, 
And   experience   the   comforts    peculiar  to 
thine, 
While  born  from  above, 
And  upheld  by  thy  love, 
With  singing  and  triumph  to  Zion  we  move. 


REJOICING   IN    HOPE.  147 

3  On  Canaan's  fair  land 
"We  shortly  shall  stand, 
With  crowns  on  our  heads,  and  with  harpg 
in  our  hands ; 
Our  harps  shall  be  tuned, 
The  Lamb  shall  be  crowned, 
Salvation  to  Jesus  through  heaven  shall  re- 
sound. 


144 
W 


"ALL  IS  WELL."* 


HAT'S  this  that  steals  upon  my  frame  T 
Is  it  death?  is  it  death? 
That  soon  will  quench  this  vital  flame  ? 

Is  it  death?  is  it  death  ? 
If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free ; 
I  shall  the  King  of  glory  see  : 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

2  Weep  not  my  friends,  weep  not  for  me, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well, 
My  sins  are  pardoned,  I  am  free, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
There  's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise, 
To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  eyes  : 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies : 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

8  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  ye  saints  in  glory. 
All  is  well,  all  is  well, 
I  will  rehearse  the  pleasing  story, 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  17. 


148  REJOICING   IN    HOPE. 

Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come, 
They're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my  rooiB| 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home ; 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

4  Hark,  hark,  my  Lord  and  Master  calls  me, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well, 
I  soon  shall  see  his  face  in  glory ; 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
Farewell,  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu, 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you, 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view ; 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

6  Hail,  hail,  all  hail,  ye  blood-wash'd  throng 
Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace, 
I  come  to  join  your  rapturous  song, 

Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace  ; 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine, 
And  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine; 
Oh,  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 


145 


4  6s  and  2  8s. — Burnham. 

"YE  VIRGIN   SOULS,  ARISE."— C.  WESLLT« 


YE  virgin  souls,  arise, 
With  all  the  dead,  awake, 
Unto  salvation  wise. 

Oil  in  your  vessels  take ; 
Upstarting  at  the  midnight  cry, 
Behold  your  heavenly  bridegroom  nigh. 

2  He  comes,  he  comes,  to  call 
The  nations  to  his  bar, 
And  take  to  glory  all 
"Who  meet  for  glory  are 


REJOICING   IX    HOPE.  149 

Make  ready  for  your  full  reward ; 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord. 

8  Go  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

Your  everlasting  friend — 
Your  head  to  glorify, 

"With  all  his  saints  ascend  : 
Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace, 
To  see,  without  a  veil,  his  face. 

4  Ye  who  have  here  received 

The  unction  from  above, 
And  in  his  Spirit  lived, 

And  thirsted  for  his  love: 
Jesus  shall  claim  you  for  his  bride ; 
Rejoice  with  all  the  sanctified. 

6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope 

Of  that  great  day  unknown, 
When  you  shall  be  caught  up 

To  stand  before  his  throne  : 
Called  to  partake  the  marriage-feast, 
And  lean  on  our  Immanuel's  breast. 

6  The  everlasting  doors 

Shall  soon  the  saints  receive, 
With  seraphs,  thrones,  and  powers, 

In  glorious  joy  to  live  : 
And  far  from  sorrow,  pain,  and  sin, 
With  God  eternally  shut  in. 

7  Then  let  us  wait  to  hear 

The  trumpet's  welcome  sound, 
To  see  our  Lord  appear  : 

May  we  be  watching  found  ! 
Enrobed  ir  righteousness  divine, 
In  which  the  bride  shall  ever  shine. 


150  REJOICING   IN    HOPE. 


146 


THE  SUN-BRIGHT   CLIME. 


■  I  AVE  you  heard,  have  you  heard  of  that 

-"-       sun-bright  clime, 

Undimmed  by  sorrow,  unhurt  by  time, 

"Where  age  hath  no  power  o'er  the  fadeless 

frame — 
Where   the    eye   is   fire,    and   the   heart   it 

flame — 
Have  you  heard  of  that  sun-bright  clime  T 

2  A  river  of  water  gushes  there, 
Mid  flowers  of  beauty  strangely  fair, 
And  a  thousand  wings  are  hovering  o'er, 
The  dazz'ling  wave  and  the  golden  shore, 

That  are  seen  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 

3  Millions  of  forms,  all  clothed  in  bright, 
In  garments  of  beauty,  clear  and  white — 
They  dwell  in  their  own  immortal  bowers, 
Mid  fadeless  hues  of  countless  flowers, 

That  bloom  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 

4  Ear  hath   not  heard,   and  eye    hath  not 

seen, 
Their  swelling  songs,  and  their  changeless 

sheen, 
Their  ensigns  are  waving  and  banners  unfurl, 
O'er  jasper  walls  and  gates  of  pearl, 
That  are  fixed  in  that  sun-bright  clime* 

5  But  far,  far  away  is  that  sinless  clime, 
Undimmed  by  sorrow,  unhurt  by  time  ; 
Where  amid  all  things  that's  fair  is  given, 
The  home    of    the  just — and   its   name    if 

heaven, 
The  name  of  that  sun-bright  clime. 


147 


REJOICING    IX    HOPE.  151 

Carrier  Dove. 

THE   FLIGHT  OF   THE    BLESSED. — F.  E.  PITTS. 


"0  that  I  had  winzs  like  a  dove;  for  then  would  I  fly 
away  and  be  at  rest.9 — P&  It.  6. 

FLY  awav  to    thy  long-sought   home    on 
high! 
Fly  away  to  thy  promised  shore! 
Where  the  Eden  fields  in  glory  lie. 

And  the  humble  shall  weep  no  more. 
I  long  have  thought  on  your  scenes  sublime, 
And  dreamed  of  your  temple  of  light ; 

1  have  wept  while  I  mused  on  your  sunlit 

clime, 
Borne  on  with  ecstatic  delight. 

2  Fly  away  to  the  living  streams  of  joy ! 
Fly  away  to  the  garden  of  love ! 

Where  the  tempter  again  shall  never  destroy, 
Nor  mar  the  bright  beauties  above ; 

But  awhile  I  must  stay  in  my  prison  of  .clay, 
Or  roam  on  this  desolate  shore ; 

I  must  wait  for  the   dawn  of  the  opening 
day, 
When  death  and  the  curse  are  no  more. 

3  1  must  wait  for  the  word  of  the  Prince  of 

Peace  ; 
I  must  wait  for  the  guardian  bands ; 
I  must  wait  till  the  message  brings  release, 

That's  signed  by  Immanuers  hands. 
Then   away  from  this  desert,  with   joy  I'll 
rise ; 
Then  away  from  my  prison  I'll  fly , 
My  pinion  I'll  dip  in  the  clear  bright  skies, 
And  fly  away  to  my  home  on  high. 


152  REJOICING   IN    HOPE. 


C.  Iff. 

IOXGIXG   FOR   HOME. 


148 

r\  LAND  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh? 
"  When  will  the  moment  come, 
When  shall  I  lay  my  armor  by, 
And  chv'ell  in  peace  at  home  ? 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 

No  peaceful  sheltering  dome, 

This  world  's  a  wilderness  of  wo, 

This  world  is  not  my  home.   • 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  fled  for  rest; 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 
And  lean  for  succor  on  his  breast, 
And  he'd  conduct  me  home. 

4  I  should  at  once  have  quit  this  field, 

"Where  foes  with  fury  foam ; 
But  ah !  my  passport  was  not  sealed— 
I  could  not  yet  go  home. 

5  When  by  affliction  sharply  tried, 

I  view  the  gaping  tomb  ; 
Although  I  dread  death's  chilling  tide, 
Yet  still  I  sigh  for  home. 

6  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round, 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
I  long  to  quit  th'  unhallowed  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 


149 


OH,    SIXO   TO   ME   OF   HEAVEN. 

OH,  sing  to  me  of  heaven, 
When  I  am  called  to  die! 
Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy, 
To  waft  my  soul  on  high. 


REJOICING    IN    HOPE.  153 

2  When  cold  and  sluggish  drops 

Roll  off  my  marble  brow, 
Burst  forth  in  strains  of  joyfulness, 
Let  heaven  begin  below. 

3  When  the  last  moment  comes, 

Oh,  watch  my  dying  face, 
And  catch  the  bright,  seraphic  gleam 
Which  o'er  each  feature  plays. 

4  Then  to  my  raptured  ears 

Let  one  sweet  song  be  given : 

•  Let  music  charm  me  last  on  earth, 

And  greet  me  first  in  heaven. 

5  Then  close  my  sightless  eyes, 

And  lay  me  down  to  rest. 
And  clasp  my  pale  and  icy  hands 
Upon  my  lifeless  breast. 

5  Then  round  my  senseless  clay 
Assemble  those  I  love. 
And  sing  of  heaven,  delightful  heayen, 
My  glorious  home  above. 


150 


L .  31 .  — L  o  v  tng  h  in  dn  ess .  * 

THE   HZAVEXLT   MANSION. 


rFHE  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair, 
-*-    Nor  death  nor  sighing  visit  there  ; 
Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine — 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine. 

2  My  Fathers  house  is  built  on  high, 
Above  the  arched  and  starry  sky ; 

♦Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  9S. 


154  REJOICING   IN    HOPE. 

When  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 

3  While  here,  a  stranger  far  from  home, 
Affliction's  waves  may  round  me  foam, 
Although,  like  Lazarus,  sick  and  poor, 
My  heavenly  mansion  is  secure. 

4  I  envy  not  the  rich  and  great, 

Their  pomp  of  wealth  and  pride  of  stal*; 
My  Father  is  a  richer  King — 
That  heavenly  mansion,  still  I  sing. 

5  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 

Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'erflow , 

Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own 

A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 

6  Then,  fail  this  earth,  let  stars  decline, 
And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine, 
All  nature  sink  and  cease  to  be, 
That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  me, 

m4  lis. — "  Oh,  turn  ye!" 
THERE  IS  REST   IN   HEAVEN. 

MY  rest  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here; 
Then  why  should  I  murmur   at  trials 
severe  ? 
Be  tranquil  my  spirit,  the   worst  that  sail 

come, 
But  shortens  my  journey,  and  h^fctens  me 
home. 

2  It  is  not  for  me  to  be  seeking  my  bliss, 
And  staying  my  hopes  in  a  region  like  this 
I  look  for  a  city  not  builded  with  hands, 
And  its  glorious  temple  eternally  stands. 


REJOICING    IN    HOPE.  155 

8  Afflictions  may  try  me — they  cannot  de- 
stroy ; 

One  vision  of  home  turns  them  all  into  joy; 

And  the  bitterest  tears  that  flow  from  mine 
eyes 

But  sweeten  my  hope  of  that  home  in  the 
skies. 

4  Let   trouble  and  danger  my  progress  op- 

pose ; 

They  can  only  make  heaven  more  bright  at 
the  close: 

Come  joy,  or  come  sorrow,  whate'er  may  be- 
fall, 

One  moment  in  glory  will  make  up  for  all. 

5  A  scrip   on  my  back,   and  a  staff  in  my 

hand, 
I  march  on  in  haste  through  an   enemy's 

land  ; 
The  road  may  be  rough,  but  it  cannot  be 

long, 
And  I'll  smooth  it  with  hope,  and  cheer  it 

with  song. 


152 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.— *W.  H. 


JERUSALEM!  thy  mansions  fair, 
"    Ignoble  souls  may  never  share  ; 
For  all  who  walk  thy  streets  of  gold, 
Are  in  the  book  of  life  enrolled. 

2  Whoso  from  earth  would  thither  go, 
Must  wash  his  robes  as  white  as  snow; 
In  Jesus'  blood,  the  fount  of  grace, 
Find  pure,  unspotted  righteousness. 


156  KEJOICING   IN    HOPE. 

8  0  Lamb  of  God,  my  heart  prepare, 
To  enter  -with  the  holy  there ; 
Within  thy  book  my  name  enroll, 
And  write  thine  own  upon  my  soul. 

4  To  him  that  loves  and  trusts  the  Lord, 
And  keeps  with  patient  hope  his  word 
The  Spirit  with  his  spirit  bears 
Sweet  witness  to  his  answered  prayers 

6  Whoever  has  this  seal  of  love, 
His  title  reads  to  seats  above ; 
And  looking  upward  as  he  runs, 
The  soil  of  sinful  pleasure  shuns. 

6  Jesus,  fulfil  my  long  desire, 

To  stand  with  thee  in  pure  attire, 
And  find  at  last  a  place  and  name, 
Within  the  new  Jerusalem. 

L.  ML — Scotland. 

HOW  BLESSED   THE  PLACE. 

OW  blessed  the  place  where  Jesus  is! 
The  fountain-head  of  life  and  bliss; 
Celestial  bands  !  assist  my  flight, 
And  bear  me  to  those  realms  of  light. 
On  high,  above  yon  vault  of  blue, 
That  happier  land  appears  in  view ; 
Oh,  were  I  once  from  earth  away ! 
Through  all  its  blissful  groves  to  stray. 
2  Those  blissful  groves,  so  green  and  fair, 
Perennial  fruit  and  blossoms  bear ; 
And  angel  forms,  of  various  grade, 
Enjoy  their  ever-peaceful  shade. 
The  seraph  tall,  with  ardor  bright, 
Beloved  among  the  sons  of  light, 
And  cherub  grave,  of  thoughtful  mein, 
Stray  o'er  those  hills  of  evergreen. 


153 
H 


REJOICING   IN   HOPE.  157 

3  Bat  oh,  to  my  fond  heart  more  dear, 
Those  whom  I  loved  and  cherished  here, 
In  white  and  spotless  robes,  I  see, 
From  pain  and  death  forever  free. 
Their  harps  of  gold  are  tuned  to  sing 
The  triumphs  of  their  Saviour  King ; 
And  heavenly  hill,  and  grove,  and  stream 
Are  vocal  with  fhe  joyful  theme. 

4  When,  through  the  strength  of  saving  grace, 
I  finish  my  appointed  race, 

On  that  immortal,  brighter  plain, 
I'll  meet  those  kindred  souls  again. 
Then  speed  your  flight,  ye  passing  years, 
Till  God  shall  wipe  these  falling  tears, 
And  bid  my  exiled  spirit  come, 
To  dwell  in  that  eternal  home. 


Father-land.* 

MY  FATHER-LAND. — W.  H. 


154 

SPHERE  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are 
•*-         stayed, 

My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there : 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 

And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 


That  blissful  place  is  my  father-land; 

By  faith  its  delights  I  explore : 
Come,  favor  my  flight,  angelic  band, 

And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore.-f 

♦  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  92. 
f  Oh,  when  shall  I  join  the  angel  band, 
That  sing  on  the  other  shore? 


158  REJOICING   IX    HOPE. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell, 
A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode ; 

The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell— • 
But  there  is  the  palace  of  God! 

Chorus 

3  There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are  gone, 
"Who  suffered  and  worshipped  with  me; 

Exalted  with  Christ,  high  on  his  throne, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  they  see. 

Chorus, 

4  There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live, 
"When  life  and  its  labors  are  o'er ; 

A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give, 
And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more. 

Chorum. 


155 


Father-land. 

W.  H. 


J*m  bound  for  home,  for  my  blissful  home, 

The  house  and  the  city  above; 
And  all  who  forsake  their  sins  may  come, 

And  dwell  in  that  city  of  love. 

T  SEEK  a  place  which  is  out  of  sight; — 
■*■  A  city  high  up  in  the  skies ; 
There,  there  is  my  home,  all  pure  and  bright, 
And  homeward  my  spirit  still  hies. 

Chorus, 

2  I  seek  a  place  where  they  heave  no  sigh;-*- 
Where  sorrow  can  never  be  known : 

But  where  I  shall  drink  from  founts  of  joy 
That  gush  ever  bright  from  the  throne. 

Chorus, 


REJOICTNG    IN    HOPE.  159 

Z  I  seek  a  place  where  they  never  die : — 
"Where  beauty  and  youth  never  fade; 

Where  never  is  heard  the  mournful  cry 
"My  friend,  my  beloved  is  dead." 

Chorus, 

4  I  seek  a  place  where  they  sin  no  more  ;— 
Where  Satan  my  foe  cannot  lure : 

And  oh !  when  I  reach  that  blessed  shore, 
My  soul  is  forever  secure. 

Chorus. 

6  I  seek  a  place  where  the  patriarchs  shine, 
Apostles  and  martyrs  and  seers  ; 

Encircled  in  robes  of  light  divine, 
Triumphant  o'er  sorrow  and  fears. 

Chorus. 

6  I  seek  a  place,  where  the  Saviour  reigng, 
That  Jesus  once  nailed  to  the  tree, 

He  purchased  that  place  with  blood  and  pains, 
And  went  to  prepare  it  for  me. 

Chorus. 


156 


EDEN  IS  MY   HOME. — J.  f[.  MAFFITT. 

/^iH,  I  have  roamed  through  many  lands, 

"  A  stranger  to  delight; 

Nor  friendship's  hopes  nor  love's  sweet  smiles 

Could  make  my  pathway  bright, 
Till  on  the  sky  a  Star  arose, 

And  lit  night's  sable  dome, 
Oh  !  steer  my  bark  by  that  sweet  Star, 

For  Eden  is  my  home. 

2  Oh !  Eden  is  my  place  of  rest! 

I  long  to  reach  its  shore, 
To  shake  these  troubles  from  my  breast, 

And  weep  and  sigh  no  more. 


! 


160  REJOICING   IN    HOPE. 

To  that  fair  land  my  spirit  flies, 

And  angels  bid  me  come ! 
Oh !  steer  my  bark  o'er  Jordan's  wave> 

For  Eden  is  my  home ! 
3  Oh !  take  me  from  this  world  of  wo. 

To  my  sweet  home  above, 
Where  tears  of  sorrow  never  flow, 

And  all  the  air  is  love. 
My  sister  spirits  wait  for  me, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come : 
Oh !  steer  my  bark  to  that  bright  land, 

For  Eden  is  my  home. 


157 
T 


C.  M. 

THE   LAND   OF   GOD — *W.  H. 

HERE  is  a  land,  surpassing  fair, 


By  holy  pleasure  owned; 
Nor  hate  nor  strife  approaches  there, 
For  love  is  there  enthroned. 

2  Nor  hearts  are  there  to  gloom  a  prey, 

Nor  sorrows  e'er  annoy; 
The  darkness  yields  to  shining  day, 
And  pain  to  perfect  joy. 

3  No  lamentations  there  are  known ; 

But  songs  alone  are  heard ; 
Nor  lust  of  power  itself  has  shown, 
Nor  envy  ever  stirred. 

4  Sweet  gratulations  there  abound ; 

Each  welcomes  each  to  heaven ; 

Their  better  portions  all  have  found, 

Their  griefless  mansions  given. 

5  God's  glowing  glories  all  adorn, 

With  bliss-inspiring  rays ; 
And  blooms  one  endless  vernal  mon^ 
Hallowed  with  endless  praise. 


REJOICING    IX    HOPE.  161 

6  The  pilgrim,  worn  with  tcil  below, 

This  holy  rest  attains, 

And  changes  then  his  notes  of  wo, 
To  heaven's  enchanting  strains. 

7  Oh  when,  delightsome  land  of  God, 

Shall  I  thy  plains  survey ; 
How  long,  full  weary  on  the  road, 
Must  I  the  sight  delay  ! 

b  Glad  would  I  yield  each  earthly  toy — 
Lay  off  my  fleshy  load — 
And  fly  to  thee,  my  rest,  my  joy, 
Delightsome  land  of  God. 


158 


THE   LAXD  IMMORTAL.— THOMAS   MACKELLAR. 


rpHERE  is  a  land  immortal, 
•*•    The  beautiful  of  lands, 
Beside  its  ancient  portal 

A  silent  sentry  stai. 
He  only  can  undo  it, 

And  open  wide  the  door, 
And  mortals  who  pass  through  it, 

Are  mortal  nevermore. 
That  glorious  land  is  heaven, 

And  death  the  sentry  grim  ; 
The  Lord  thereof  hath  given 

The  opening  keys  to  him ; 
And  ransomed  spirits  sighing, 

And  sorrowful  for  sin, 
Pass  through  the  gates  in  dying, 

And  freely  enter  in. 
Though  dark  and  drear  the  passage, 

That  leadeth  to  the  gate, 
Yet  grace  attends  the  message, 

To  souls  that  watch  and  wait, 
11 


162  REJOICING   IN    HOPE. 

And  at  the  time  appointed, 
A  messenger  comes  down, 

And  guides  the  Lord's  anointed 
From  cross  to  glory's  crown. 

4  Their  sighs  are  lost  in  singing, 

They're  blessed  in  their  tears; 
Their  journey  heavenward  winging, 

They  leave  on  earth  their  feara ; 
Death,  like  an  angel  seeming, 

"We  welcome  thee,"  they  cry; 
Their  face  with  glory  gleaming, 

?Tis  life  for  them  to  die. 


159 


5  6s  and  1  7. 


/^iUR  bondage  here  shall  end, 
^  By  and  by — by  and  by  ; 
Our  griefs  shall  vanish  then, 
With  our  threescore  years  and  ten. 
And  bright  glory  crown  the  day 
By  and  by — by  and  by. 

2  When  our  Deliverer  comes, 

By  and  by — by  and  by, 
From  Egypt's  yoke  set  free, 
Wre  will  hail  the  jubilee, 
And  to  Canaan  all  return 

By  and  by — by  and  by. 

8  Though  strong  our  foes  appear, 

We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on ; 

Our  hearts  shall  know  no  fear, 

For  Israel's  God  is  near: — 

While  the  fiery  pillar  moves 

We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on. 


• 


REJOICING    IN    HOPE.  163 

4  By  Marah's  bitter  streams 

We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on ; 
Though  Baca's  vale  be  dry, 
The  Rock  shall  yield  supply ; — 
To  a  land  of  corn  and  wine 

We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on. 

5  And  when  to  Jordan's  flood 

We  are  come — we  are  come; 
Jehovah  rules  the  tide, 
And  the  waters  will  divide, 
While  the  ransomed  host  shall  shout, 

"We  are  come — we  are  come." 
G  There  friends  shall  meet  again, 

Who  have  loved — who  have  loved ; 
Our  embraces  shall  be  sweet, 
When  we  each  other  greet, 
At  our  great  Redeemers  feet, 

Who  have  loved — who  have  loved. 
7  There,  with  the  happy  throng, 

We'll  rejoice — we'll  rejoice  ; 
Shouting  "glory  to  our  King," 
Till  the  dome  of  heaven  shall  ring, 
And  through  all  eternity 

We'll  rejoice — we'll  rejoice. 

1  d  A  Light-house* 

lDv      THE   CHRISTIAN'S  DEATH-SONG.— W.  E. 

T  AM  fading  away  to  the  land  of  the  blest, 
*-  Like  the  last  lingering  hues  of  the  even: 
Beclining  my  head  on  my  Saviour's  breast, 

I  soar  tD  my  own  native  heaven, 
My  warfare  is  finished,  the  battle  ifl  won, 

To  a  crown  and  a  throne  I  aspire  : 
My  coursers  are  swifter  than  steeds  of  the  siin, 

I  mount  in  a  chariot  of  fire. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion;  p.  100. 


164  RFJOICIXG   IN   HOPE. 

2  The  world  is  fast  sinking  away  from  my 

sight, 

A  trifle  appears  all  its  treasures ! 
I  see  them  from  hence  by  eternity's  light: 

How  vanish  its  pomp  and  its  pleasures ! 
How  faint  are  the  notes  of  the  trumpet  of  fame, 

Refreshing  its  soul-flattering  story! 
How  tarnished  the  lustre  of  each  noble  name/ 

A  meteor  flash  is  its  glory. 

3  But  there  is  a  spot — one  beautiful  spot 
My  heart  lingers  o'er  with  emotion ; 

Its  peaceful  enjoyments  shall  ne'er  be  forgot; 

'Tis  the  place  of  my  former  devotion. 
I  see  it,  "  outstretched  in  its  loveliness,"  lie, 

Like  a  garden  of  lilies  and  roses ; 
More  charming  to  me,  as  it  fades  from  the  eye, 

Than  the  valleys  of  Canaan  to  Moses. 

4  Lo  !  upward  I  gaze,  and  the  glory  supreme, 
That  illumines  the  heights  of  elysian, 

Shines  down  through  the  veil — there  is  life 
in  each  beam — 

It  renders  immortal  my  vision ; 
The  notes  of  soft  melody  fall  on  my  ear ; 

Harmonious  the  cadence  and  measure ; 
'Tis  the  voice  of  the  harpers  on  Zion  I  hear; 

Full  high  swells  their  chorus  of  pleasure. 
6  Lo !  there  are  the  towers  of  my  future  abode* 

The  city  on  high  and  eternal ! 
See,  there  is  the  Eden — the  river  of  God! 

And  the  trees  ever  bearing  and  vernal : 
Haste,  haste  with  me  onward,  companion  and 
guide, 

Let  me  join  in  that  heavenly  matin  ; 
Tij  wide,  ye  bright  gates !  swiftly  throagh 
them  I  ride, 

Triumphant  o'er  sin,  death,  and  Satan. 


REJOICING    IN    HOPE.  165 

1  n  -.  C.  M.— Paradise.* 

Ibl 

A  WAKE,  my  faith,  and  bring  to  view 
-**-   The  nobler  joys  above; 
The  heavenly  treasures  I  pursue, 
The  country  of  my  love. 

2  Why  should  I  pine  with  grief  or  care, 

Or  yield  to  quaking  fear ; 
My  Father's  house  is  bright  and  fair, 
And  He  himself  is  near. 

3  Onward  He  bids  me  urge  with  speed, 

To  Canaan's  peaceful  bounds ; 

His  hand  supplies  my  every  need, 

His  sheltering  arm  surrounds. 

4  Then  rise  to  view,  celestial  towers — 

Mount,  mount,  my  soul,  and  fly ; 
"With  glorious  comrades,  heavenly  powers 
Arise,  and  dwell  on  high. 

6  Anticipate  the  happier  day, 
When,  toil  and  sorrow  gone, 
Thou  shalt  traverse,  in  bright  array, 
The  regions  rounu  the  throne. 

6  Thither  my  friends  have  gone  before; 

They  rest  from  labor  there  ; 
They  sorrow  not — they  weep  no  more ; 
I  long  their  bliss  to  share. 

7  0  blessed  Saviour !  'tis  to  thee, 

This  wish,  this  hope  I  owe ; 

On  earth  my  great  Protector  be, 

In  heaven  thy  glory  show. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  73. 


166  REJOICING   IN   HOPE. 

1  AQ      Maltese  Boatman's  Song.* 
JL  D  jLi     the  christian's  welcome  home. 

CEE,  Christian,  see  how  time  steals  on; 

^  Soon  will  sink  life's  setting  sun; 

Like  the  gleams  of  closing  day, 

Fade  these  fleeting  hours  away : 
Then  up,  let  us  toil  till  our  toilings  are  o?e^ 
Till  we  shall  be  borne  to  eternity's  shore : 

Our  final  summons  having  come, 

How  sweet  the  Christian's  welcome  home ! 
Home,  home,  home,  the  Christian's  welcome 
home, 

Welcome  home,  welcome  home. 
2  See  how  the  shades  of  death  come  nigh; 

Blissful  shades  when  Christians  die : 

They  mark  the  path  our  Saviour  trod ; 

Dying  saints  to  waft  to  God :  [o'er  . 

Then  up,  fellow-Christian,  let  mourning  be 
Rejoice  in  the  Saviour,  rejoice  evermore: 

Our  final  summons  having  come, 

How  sweet  the  Christian's  welcome  home, 
Home,  home,  home,  the  Christian's  welcome 
home, 

Welcome  home,  welcome  home. 


163 


Long,  long  ago. 

:'8HED   NOT  A  TEAR." — MRS.  DANA. 


CHED  not  a  tear  o'er  your  friend's  early 
^         bier ; — 

When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone — 
Smile  when  the  slow  tolling  bell  you  shall 
hear — 

When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone — 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  44. 


REJOICING    IN    HOPE.  167 

Weep  not  for  mo  when  you  stand  round  my 

grave ; 
Think  who  has  died  His  beloved  to  save; 
Think  of  the  crown  all  the  ransomed  shall 

have ; 
When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 

2  Plant  ye  a  tree  that  may  wave  over  me, 

When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone — 
Bing  ye  a  song  when  my  grave  ye  shall  see, 

When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone — 
Come  at  the  close  of  a  bright  summer's  day; 
Come  when  the  sun  sheds  his  last  lingering 

ray; 
Come  and  rejoice  that  I  thus  passed  away ; 

When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 

3  Plant  ye  a  rose  that  may  bloom  o'er  my  bed, 

When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone — 
Breathe  not  a  sigh  for  the  blessed  early  dead, 

When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone — 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  that  I'm  freed  from  all  care ; 
Serve  ye  the  Lord,  that  my  bliss  ye  may  share  ; 
Loc£  ye  on  high  and  believe  I  am  there ; 

When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 


164: 


C.  M. — Ingle- side. 

THE  ETER.VAL   HOME. — MK&  DAXA. 


H^HERE'S  not  a  bright  and  beaming  smile, 
-*■    "Which  in  this  world  I  see, 
But  turns  my  heart  to  future  joys, 

And  whispers  heaven  to  me. 
Though  often  here  my  soul  is  sad, 

And  falls  the  silent  tear, 
There  is  a  world  of  smiles  and  love, 

And  sorrow  comes  not  there. 


168  REJOICING   IJS    HOPE. 

2  I  never  clasp  a  friendly  hand, 

In  greeting  or  farewell, 
But  thoughts  of  my  eternal  home 

Within  my  bosom  swell. 
There,  when  we  meet  with  holy  jojrf 

No  thoughts  of  parting  comej 
But  never-ending  ages  still 

Shall  find  us  all  at  home. 


165 


MY  MANSION  IN  THE  SKY.— W.  H, 


~|\/TY  mansion  in  the  sky 
■*•*•*•  Is  built  sublimely  high, 

Serene  abode ! 
Its  massy  towers  of  might, 
Its  gates  all  burnished  bright, 
Blaze  like  the  solar  light, 

Or  mount  of  God. 
2  On  Zion's  heights  divine, 
The  city  turrets  shine, 

Pillars  of  flame! 
The  joy  of  earth's  oppressed, 
The  home  of  spirits  blessed. 
The  everlasting  rest, 

Jerusalem! 

8  The  angel  hosts  are  there, 
Cherubs  and  seraphs  fair : 

And  saints  untold, 
Snatched  from  terrestrial  wrongs, 
To  chant,  in  happy  throngs, 
Their  high  triumphant  songs, 

With  harps  of  gold, 
4  Crowns  have  they  all  obtained. 
And  robes  of  white  unstained, 

Purchased  with  blood, 


REJOICING    IN    HOPE.  169 

"Waving  their  palms  on  high, 
With  thrills  of  holy  joy, 
Adoringly  they  cry, 

"  Glory  to  God." 
6  On  that  elysian  shore, 

They  weep,  they  sigh  no  more, 

Forever  blest ; 
Their  warfare  all  is  done, 
Their  latest  foe  o'erthrown, 
Eternal  honors  won, 

And  heavenly  rest. 
6  Thither  my  hopes  aspire — 
My  spirit  is  on  fire 

To  bound  away — 
From  this  dull  vale  of  gloom 
From  this  sublunar  tomb, 
To  rise,  and  sing,  and  bloom 

In  God's  own  day. 


THE  WORD, 


166 


2  8s  and  4  7s. 

pRECIOUS  Bible!  what  a  treasure 
-*■     Does  the  word  of  God  afford  ! 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure, 

Food  and  medicine,  shield  and  sword  ,• 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor  ; 
Having  this,  I  want  no  more. 
2  Food  to  which  the  world's  a  stranger, 

Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys: 
Of  excess  there  is  no  danger  ; 

Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys : 


170  THE    WORD. 

On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed : 
He  is  meat  and  drink  indeed ! 
8  When  my  faith  is  faint  and  sickly, 

Or  -when  Satan  wounds  my  mind, 
Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly, 

Healing  medicine,  here  I  find: 
To  the  promises  I  flee, 
Each  affords  a  remedy. 

4  In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 

Satan  cannot  make  me  yield  : 
For  the  word  of  consolation 

Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield : 
While  the  Scripture  truths  are  sure, 
From  his  malice  I'm  secure. 

5  Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me, 

When  I  take  the  Spirit's  sword ; 
Then  with  ease  I  drive  him  from  me, 

Satan  trembles  at  the  Word  : 
'Tis  a  sword  for  conquest  made, 
Keen  the  edge,  and  strong  the  blade 

6  Shall  I  envy,  then,  the  miser, 

Doting  on  his  golden  store  ? 
Sure  I  am,  or  should  be,  wiser  : 

I  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor. 
Jesus  gives  me,  in  his  Word, 
Food  and  medicine,  shield  and  sword. 


167 


The  Lord  is  risen.* 

□TOLY  Bible !  book  divine  ! 
■*-*-  Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine  f 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came  ; 
Mine,  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  121. 


THE   WORD.  171 

2  Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove; 
Mine,  to  show  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
Mine  art  thou,  to  guide  my  feet 
Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 

2  Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless ; 
Mine,  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 

4  Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom  : 
0  thou  precious  book  divine  ? 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine  ! 


168 


CM. 


^  OD  and  his  law  are  my  delight, 
^*    My  glory  and  my  song  ; 
My  sure  support  by  day  and  night, 
The  pleasure  of  my  tongue. 

2  When  darkness  overspreads  my  mind, 

His  word  supports  me  still ; 
I'm  there  convinced  tha:  God  is  kind, 
Though  I  no  comfort  feel. 

3  Are  my  afflictions  sharp  and  long  ? 

Does  pain  extreme  ensue  ? 
God's  word  I  trust ;   his  arm  i3  strong  ; 
His  wisdom  bears  me  through. 

4  Glory  to  thee,  thou  God  of  love, 

For  favors  so  divine  ; 
"Who  taught  my  heart  to  soar  above, 
And  made  those  blessings  mine. 


172  THE   WORD. 

6  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  relief, 
Had  not  thy  truth  sustained, 
I  must  have  perished  in  my  grief, 
No  other  help  remained. 

1  £?Q  12s  an(i  lls' 

JL  U  O  THE    OLD    FAMILY    BIBLE. 

HOW  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recoiled 
tion 
Of  youthful  connections  and  innocent  joy, 
When  blest  with  parental  advice  and  affection, 
Surrounded  with  mercies  and  peace  from  on 
high! 

1  still  view  the  chairs  of  my  father  and  mother, 
The  seats  of  their  offspring,  as  ranged  on  each 

hand, 
And  that  richest  of  books,  which   excelled 

every  other, 
The  family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand, 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear,  blessed  Bible, 
The  family  Bible,  zvhich  lay  on  the  stand. 

2  That  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration, 
At  morning  and  evening  could  yield  us  de- 
light, 

And  the  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invo- 
cation 
For  mercy  by  day  and  for  safety  by  night : 
Our  hymns  of  thanksgiving  with   harmonj 

swelling, 
All  warm  from  the  hearts  of  the  family  band, 
Half  raised  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous 

dwelling, 
Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand  : 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear,  blessed  Bible, 
The  family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand. 


THE   WORD.  173 

8  Ye  scenes   of  tranquillity,  long  have   wo 
parted, 

My  hopes  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no 
more; 

In  sorrow  and  sadness,  I  live  broken-hearted ; 

And  wander  unknown  on  a  far  distant  shore  ; 

Yet  how  can  I  doubt  a  dear  Saviour's  pro- 
tection, 

Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand  ? 

Oh,  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  correc 
tion, 

And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  standi 

The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear,  blessed  Bible, 

The  family  Bible,  that  lay  on  the  stand. 


170 


CHRISTMAS 


lis  and  10s. 


HAIL,  the  blest  morn !  see  the  great  Medi- 
ator 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descend  ! 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  man- 
ger, 
Lo  i  for  his  guard  the  blest  angels  attend. 

CHOHUS. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  Sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid! 

Star  in  the  east  !  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid! 


174  CHRISTMAS. 

2  Cold  on  Lis  cradle  the  dewdrops  are  shin« 
ing; 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall ! 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining, 

Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 
S  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion* 

Odors  of  Eden,  and  offering,  divine  ? 
Gems  from  the  mountain,  and  pearls  from 
the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
mine? 
4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation; 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure  ; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

171  12s  and  lis. 

THROM  the  regions  of  love,  lo !  an  angel 

-*-        descended, 

And  told  the  strange  news,  how  the  babe  waa 

attended ; 
Go,    shepherds,    and    visit    this   wonderful 

stranger, 
See  yonder  bright  star — there's  your  Lord  in 

the  manger. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  purchased  our 

pardon, 
We  will  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over 

Jordan. 
2  Glad  tidings  I  bring  unto  you  and  each 

nation, 
Glad  tidings  of  joy,  now  behold  your  salvation  I 


CHRISTMAS.  175 

Then  suddenly  multitudes  raise  their  glad 
voices, 

And  shout  the  Redeemer,  while  heaven  re- 
joices. 

3  Now  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  is  given, 
Now    glory   to    God   is    re-echoed   through 

heaven, 
Around  the  whole  earth  let  us  tell  the  glad 

story, 
And  sing  of  his  love,  his  salvation,  and  glory. 

4  Enraptured  I  burn,  with  delight  and  de- 

sire ; 

Such  love,  so  divine,  sets  my  soul  all  on  fire  ; 

Around  the  bright  throne  hosannas  are  ring- 
ing, 

Oh,  when  shall  I  join  them,  and  ever  be  sing- 
ing? 

5  Triumphantly  ride  in  thy  chariot  victori- 

ous. 

And  conquer  with  love,  0  Jesus,  all  glorious  ; 

Thy  banners  unfurl ! — let  the  nations  sur- 
render, 

And  own  thee  their  Saviour,  their  God  and 
Defender. 


172 


HITHER  ye  faithful,  haste  with  songs  of 
triumph ; 
To  Bethlehem  go,  the  Lord  of  life  to  meet ; 
To  you,  this  day,  is  born  a  Prince  and  Sa- 
viour, 
Oh  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet 


176  CHRISTMAS. 

2  0  Jesus  !    for  such   wondrous  condescen- 
sion, 
Our  praise  and  our  reverence  are  an  offer- 
ing meet ; 
Now   is   the   word   made   flesh,  and   dwell* 
among  us, 
Oh  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet 

8  ShoTi?  his  almighty  name,  ye  choirs  of 
ange's. 

Let  the  celestial  courts  his  praise  repeat; 
Unto  our  God  be  glory  in  the  highest, 

Oh  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet 


173 


lis  and  12s. 
cec  : 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King, 
*7IOS !  the  marvelous  story  be  telling, 
".    The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  his 

birth  : 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns  upon 
earth. 

ch:: 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 

2  Tell  how  he  cometh  from  nation  to  nation, 
The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo 
round  : 
How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salvation, 
How  hi 3  people  with  joy  everlasting  are 
crowned. 


CHRISTMAS.  177 

CHORUS. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 
S  Mortals  !  your  homage  be  gratefully  bring- 
ing, 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosannas  arise  ; 
Te  angels  !  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing. 
One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and 
the  skies. 

CHORUS. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  u  King. 


174 


4  10s.—  Bab.  Captivity. 


RISE,  crowned  with  lieht,  imperial  Salem, 
rise! 
Exalt  thy  towering  head  and  lift  thine  eyes  i 
See  heaven  its  sparkling  portals  wide  display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day  ! 

2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts  adorn, 
See  future  sons  and  daughters  yet  unborn, 
In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise, 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies  ! 

3  See  barbarous  nations  at  thy  gates  attend, 
Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple  bend ! 
Bee  thy  bright  altars  thronged  with  prostrate 

kings. 
While  every  land  its  joyous  tribute  brings  ! 

4  The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  to  smoke 

decay, 
Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away ; 
12 


_^ 


ITS  CHRISTMAS. 

But  fixed   his  word,  his  saving  power  r*« 

mains  ; 
Thy  realm  shall  last,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 


175 


(~\H,  how  charming,  oh,  how  charming, 
"   Is  the  radiant   band  of  music,    musl^ 
music,  music, 
Oh  how  charming  is  the  radiant  band 
Of  music  playing  through  the  air: 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps. 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps, 
Enraptured  spirits  play  their  parts, 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps, 

Shout,  shout,  the  great  Messiah's  come  to 
reign. 

2  Gabriel  descending,  Gabriel  descending, 
Brings  the  joyful  news,  oh,   joyful,  joyful, 

joyful,  joyful, 
Brings  the  joyful  news  of  our  Redeemer'i 
birth, 
The  great  Messiah's  come  to  earth, 
Good-will  to  men  I  now  proclaim, 

Good-will  to  men  I  now  proclaim, 
The  Saviour's  born  in  Bethlehem, 
Good-will  to  men  I  now  proclaim, 

Shout,  shout,  the  King  of  glory's  come  U 
reign. 

3  See  his  star  arising,  see  his  star  arising. 
In  the  eastern  sky,  now  rising,  rising,  rising, 

rising, 
See  his  star  arising  on  the  eastern  sky, 
The  day-spring  opening  from  on  high, 
The  types  and  shadows  flee  away, 


CHRISTMAS.  179 

The  types  and  shadows  flee  away, 
And  now  begins  the  gospel  day, 
The  types  and  shadows  flee  away, 

Shout,  shout,  the  King  of  glory  's  come  to 
reign. 

4  Shepherd's  adore  him,  wise  men  have  found 

him, 
Glory  be  to  God,  oh  glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Wise  men  have  found  him  by  the  rising 

star, 
And  come  to  worship,  from  afar ; 
Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 
Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 
And  spices  of  the  sweetest  scent, 
Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 

Shout,  shout,  the  King  of  glory 's  come  to 
reign. 

5  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  in  concert, 

To  praise  their  infant  King,  oh  praise  him, 
praise  him,  praise  him,  praise  him, 
Jews  and  Gentiles  praise  their  infant  King, 
And  loud  hosanna's  sweetly  sing  ; 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host, 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host ; 
Bhout,  shout,  the  King  of  glory 's  come  to 
reign. 


176 


180 


THE  RESURRECTION 


4  6s  and  2  8s. — Carmarthen. 


1 


"YTES,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 
-1-    The  Saviour  left  the  dead  ! 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  raised  his  conquering  head. 
In  -wild  dismay  the  guards  around 
Fall  on  the  ground  and  sink  away. 

Lo  !  the  angelic  bands 

In  full  assembly  meet, 
To  wait  his  high  commands, 

And  worship  at  his  feet ! 
Joyful  they  come,  and  wing  their  way* 
From  realms  of  day,  to  Jesus'  tomb- 
Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 

The  joyful  news  to  bear : 
Hark !   as  they  soar  on  high, 

What  music  fills  the  air ! 
Their  anthems  say,  "Jesus,  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead :  he  rose  to-day." 

i    i      4  6s  and  2  8s. — Portsmouth, 

A  WAKE  our  drowsy  souls ; 
-^-  Shake  off  each  slothful  band  ; 
The  wonders  of  this  day, 

Our  noblest  songs  demand, 
Auspicious  morn  !  thy  blissful  rays 
Bright  seraphs  hail  in  songs  of  praise. 


THE   RESURRECTION.  181 

2  At  thy  approaching  dawn, 

Reluctant  death  resigned 
The  glorious  Prince  of  life, 

In  dark  domains  confined! 
Th'  angelic  host  around  him  bends ; 
And,  'midst  their  shouts,  the  God  ascendi 

5  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings ; 
While  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings  : 
"Worthy  art  Thou  who  once  was  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign/' 

4  Gird  on,  great  God,  thy  sword, 

Ascend  thy  conquering  car  ; 
"While  justice,  truth,  and  love 

Maintain  the  glorious  war. 
Victorious,  thou  thy  foes  shalt  tread, 
And  sin  and  hell  in  triumph  lead. 


178 


THE   GRAVE  IS  VOID.— *W.  H. 


HPHE  grave  is  void !  the  grave  is  void  I 
-*■    Broken  the  loathsome  prison! 
The  power  of  death  is  all  destroyed  ! 
The  Prince  of  Life  is  risen ! 

k  The  wisdom  of  the  scribes  was  great, 
Great  was  their  angry  zeal ; 
Around  his  tomb  a  guard  they  set, 
And  on  the  stone  a  seal. 

8  God's  wisdom  higher  is  than  theirs, 
"Who  by  himself  hath  sworn, 
To  turn  their  cunning  and  their  carea 
To  infamy  and  scorn. 


182  THE    RESURRECTION. 

4  How  little  know  we  here  beneath, 
Of  his  mysterious  ways, 
Who  out  of  torture,  out  of  death, 
Can  life  and  blessings  raise  ! 

6  In  Eden,  with  prophetic  scope, 

The  promise  first  was  given : 
And  twinkling  shone  that  Star  of  hope^ 
As  shone  the  stars  of  heaven. 

C  The  time  at  length  approaches  nigh ; 
The  blush  of  glorious  morn 
Is  seen  upon  the  eastern  sky — 
The  Virgin's  Son  is  born  : — 

7  The  Bliss-inspirer,  high,  sublime, 

As  ancient  promise  ran, 
Appears  at  the  appointed  time, 
In  fashion  as  a  man. 

8  And  he  was  slighted,  scorned,  and  bo^ind, 

Tortured,  betrayed,  and  sold, 
And  crucified  by  human  hand, 
As  he  himself  foretold. 

9  And  he  was  buried  and  bemoaned  ; 

And  yet  he  lives  again, 
The  God-man,  gloriously  enthroned, 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  doth  reign. 

10  Hosanna  !  for  the  grave  is  void, 

Broken  the  loathsome  prison  ; 
The  power  of  death  is  all  destroyed! 
The  Prince  of  Life  is  risen ! 


THE    RESURRECTION.  183 

mAll  u  well,* 
SAINTS.  ARISE! 

SOON  we  shall  see  the  glorious  morning ; 
Saints  arise,  saints  arise  ; 
Sinners  attend  the  notes  of  warning ; 
Saints  arise,  saints  arise : 
The  resurrection  day  draws  near, 
The  King  of  saints  shall  soon  appear, 
And  high  unfurl  his  banners  here ; 
Saints  arise,  saints  arise. 

2  Hear  ye  the  trump  of  God  resounding  ; 
Saints  arise,  saints  arise ; 
Through  death's  dark  vaults  its  notes  re« 
bounding  ; 
Saints  arise,  saints  arise  : 
To  meet  the  bridegroom,  haste  prepare ; 
Put  on  your  bridal  garments  fair, 
And  hail  your  Saviour  in  the  air  ; 
Saints  arise,  saints  arise. 

8  The  saints  who  sleep  with  joy  awaken, 

All  arise,  all  arise  : 
Their  clay  cold  beds  are  quick  forsaken ; 

All  arise,  all  arise  : 
Not  one,  of  all  the  faithful  few, 
Who  here  on  earth  the  Saviour  knew, 
But  starts,  with  bliss,  his  Lord  to  view: 

All  arise,  all  arise. 

4  Pursue  them  on  their  pathway  glorious ; 
All  arise,  all  arise  ; 
Led  by  their  King,  o'er  death  victorious ; 
All  arise,  all  arise ; 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  17. 


184  MISSIONARY. 

On  Zion's  hill  secure  they  stand, 
With  palms  of  victory  in  their  hand ; 
To  that  long-sought  and  peaceful  land, 
All  arise,  all  arise. 

5  Fast  by  the  throne  of  God,  behold  them, 
Blissful  scene,  blissful  scene  ; 
And  in  his  arms  the  Saviour  folds  them, 
Blissful  scene,  blissful  scone ; 
With  wreaths  of  glory  round  their  head, 
No  tears  of  sorrow  now  are  shed, 
To  joy's  full  fountain  all  are  led; 
All  is  bliss,  all  is  bliss. 


MISSIONARY. 


7s  and  6s. 


180 

T^ROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
-*-    From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain, 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 
And  only  man  is  vile : 


MISSIONARY.  185 

In  vain  with  lavish  kindnes3 
The  gifts  of  God  are  strown; 

The  heathen  in  his  blindness 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

8  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

"With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation!   oh,  salvation! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name  ! 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


181 


L.  M. 


"V^IGHT  wraps  the  land  where  Jesus  spoke, 
■^    No  guiding-star  the  wise  men  see ; 
And  heavy  his  oppression's  yoke, 
Where  first  the  gospel  said,  Be  free. 

2  And  where  the  harps  of  angels  bore 

Heaven's  message  to  the  shepherd  throng. 

Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  no  more 
To  murmur  Bethlehem's  vales  along. 


186  MISSIONARY. 

3  Send  forth,  send  forth  tne  glorious  light, 
That  from  eternal  wo  doth  save ; 

And  bid  Christ's  heralds  speed  their  flight, 
Ere  millions  find  a  hopeless  grave. 

4  Behold,  the  knee  of  childhood  bends 
In  prayer  for  that  benighted  land  ; 

Ajid  with  its  Sabbath-lesson  blends 
Fond  memory  of  the  mission  band. 

5  With  pitying  zeal,  o'er  ocean's  wave, 
We  reach  the  helpless  hand  to  take ; 

Oh,  may  we  but  one  wanderer  save  I 
We  ask  it  for  a  Saviour's  sake. 


JLOiW     lis.  —  Oh!  who  would  remain ,* 

INTAKE,  Isles  of  the  South !  your  redemp- 
*  "  tion  is  near, 

No  longer  repose  in  the  borders  of  gloom; 
The  strength  of  his  chosen  in  love  will  ap- 
pear, 
And  light  shall  arise  on  the  verge  of  his 
tomb. 

2  The  billows  that  girt  ye,  the  wild  wavei 
that  roar, 
The  zephyrs  *Jhat  play  where  the  ocean- 
storms  cease. 
Shall  bear  the  rich  freight  of  your  desolate 
shore, 
Shall  waft  the  glad  tidings  of  pardon  &nd 
peace. 

♦Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  58. 


MISSIONARY.  187 

3  On  the  islands  that  sit  in  the  regions  of 
night, 
The  lands  of  despair  to  oblivion  a  prey, 
The  morning  will  open  with  healing  and  light  ; 
The  young  Star  of  Bethlehem  will  ripen  to- 
day. 

1  The  altar  and  idol  in  dust  overthrown, 
The  incense   forbade  that    was  hallowed 
with  blood, 

The  Priest  of  Melchisedec  there  shall  atone, 
And  the  shrines  of  Atooi  be  sacred  to  God. 

6  The  heathen  will  hasten  to  welcome  the 
time, 
The  day-spring  the  prophet  in  vision  once 
saw, 
When  the  beams  of  Messiah  will  'lumine  each 
clime, 
And  the  isles  of  the  ocean  shall  wait  for 
his  law. 


183 


4  7s. 


■yjTATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

*  "     What  its  signs  of  promise  are  : 
Traveler  !   o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman  !   doth  its  bear  eous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  fore:  ] 
Traveler  !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day — 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  : 

Traveler  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends. 


188  MISSIONARY. 

Watchman!  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 

Traveler!   ages  are  its  own, 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  "Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn : 
Traveler!   darkness  takes  its  flight; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
"Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home; 
Traveler  !  lo,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo,  the  Son  of  God  is  come ! 


184 


8  6s  and  2  8s. 


i~^  0  forth  to  distant  lands, 
^-^    Ye  messengers  of  heaven! 
Scatter,  with  holy  hands, 

The  seed  so  freely  given. 
Across  the  mighty  deep, 

Around  the  Arctic  pole, 
"Where  pillared  whirlwinds  sweep, 

And  crested  billows  roll, 
In  every  clime,  midst  every  clan, 
Proclaim  the  Saviour's  love  to  man 

Though  clouds  obscure  the  sky, 

And  tempests  howl  around, 
Though  tears  bedew  the  eye, 

And  disappointments  wound, 
Amidst  a  hopeless  race, 

Unfold  hope's  beauteous  brow 
And  bid  the  "  Sun  of  Grace" 

In  polar  regions  glow  : 
The  savage  shall  forego  his  chains, 
And  carol  forth  celestial  strains. 


MISSIONARY.  189 

I  Firm  as  the  throne  of  God, 

Bright  as  the  vaulted  sky: 
Sealed  with  atoning  blood, 

And  fraught  with  ecstasy — 
The  promises  invite 

Your  constant  toil  and  care ; 
Make  ready  for  the  fight, 

The  cross  with  courage  bear : 
Millennial  scenes  of  radiant  hue 
Shall  soon  entrance  your  raptured  view. 

Xervei  with  the  Spirit's  might, 

Midst  darkness,  death,  and  wo, 
Plumed  with  angelic  light, 

Onward,  still  onward  go  : 
All  mortal  joys  despise, 

Immortal  spirits  win: 
'Tis  no  ignoble  prize, 

MA  soul  released  from  sin;" 
For  these  the  Saviour  lived  and  died, 
And  nought  is  worth  a  thought  beside. 


185 


lis  and  12s. — True  Riches  * 


A    VOICE  from  the  savage,  a  voice  from  the 

^**         slave, 

Comes  afar  o'er  the  mount  and  the  dark  roll- 
ing wave : 

Tis  heard  in  the  zephyrs  perfumed  by  the 
myrrh, 

And  heard  in  the  winds  from  the  forests  of 
fir. 


*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  65. 


190  MISSI0XAR7. 

2  And,  hark !  from  the  islands  that  spot  the 

blue  sea, 
Is  heard  a  wild  cry  as  they  bend  low  the 

knee ! 
They  are  groping  their  way  mid  the  gloom 

of  the  night, 
While  the  dim  star  of  nature  yields  only  lt4 

light. 

3  For  ignorance  spreads  her  broad  wings  o'ef 

the  wave, 
And  her  flag,  like  a  pall,  has  curtained  the 

grave : 
Superstition,  in  chains,  is  weaving  her  wreath, 
And  landing  them  down  to  the   caverns  ol 

death. 

4  Too  long  we  have  slumbered,  too  long  WG 

have  slept, 
"While  the  children  of  nature  in  bondage  have 

wept; 
Their  groans  and  their  cries,  their  tears  and 

their  prayer, 
Have  unheeded  passed  by,  on  the  wings  of 

the  air. 

5  And  shall  we  yet  slumber,  or  linger  at  home? 
Or  fear  o'er  the  dark  rolling  ocean  to  roam? 
To  range  the  wide  woods  where  the  council* 

fires  curl, 
And  there  the  broad  banner  of  Jesus  unfurl  ? 

9  CJome,  arouse  ye,  arouse !  while  the  sun  is 

yet  high  ! 
For  the  evening  of  death  and  oblivion  is  nigh ! 
Like  the  light  of  the  morn, let  us  fly  to  their  aid, 
And  the  powers  of  darkness  and  death  shall 

be  stayed. 


186 


MISSIONARY.  191 


8  lines  8s  and  7s. 


WHO  will  go  to  rear  the  standard 
Of  the  cross  in  heathen  lands, 
"Where  the  people  sit  in  darkness, 
Bound  by  superstition's  bands? 
Who  will  leave  their  friends  and  country, 

Bid  adieu  to  earthly  bliss, 
Yield  their  lives  a  willing  offering, 
To  so  great  a  work  as  this  ? 

2  Who  will  go  to  Afric's  center, 

Tell  the  Ethiop  there  rs  a  God, 
Point  him  to  the  crimson  fountain 

Of  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood? 
Who  will  climb  the  Rocky  Mountains, 

Through  the  Western  forests  stray, 
Where  thick  gloom  and  pagan  darkness 

Long  have  held  unrivaled  sway  ? 

8  Oh !  for  Paul's  denying  spirit, 

For  his  missionary  zeal; 
And  the  perfect  love  of  Jesus, 

Every  Christian  heart  to  fill : 
Then  the  earth  would  soon  be  covered 

With  the  knowledge  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  far-off  isles  of  ocean 

Soon  would  all  receive  his  word. 


187 


8  lines  8s  and  7s. — Zion  Comforted.* 

MISSIONARY    FAP.EYTZLL. 

"^"ATIVE  land! — in  summer  smiling, 
-*-^    Hill  and  valley,  grove  and  stream ; 
Home,  whose  nameless  charms  beguiling, 
Peaceful  nurscu  our  infant  dream  ; 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  loo. 


192  MISSIONARY. 

Haunts  to  which  our  childhood  hasted, 
Where  the  earliest  wild-flowers  grew; 

Church,  where  Christ's  free  grace  we  tasted, 
Graved  on  memory's  page — Adieu! 

2  Mother,  who  hast  watched  our  pillow, 

In  thy  tender,  sleepless  love, 
Lo !  we  dare  the  crested  billow ; 

Mother,  put  thy  trust  above. 
Father,  from  thy  guidance  turning, 

O'er  the  deep  our  way  we  take ; 
Keep  the  prayerful  incense  burning 

On  thine  altar  for  our  sake. 

3  Brothers,  sisters,  more  than  ever 

Are  our  fond  affections  twined, 
As  that  hallowed  bond  we  sever 

"Which  the  hand  of  Nature  joined. 
But  the  cry  of  heathen  anguish 

Through  our  inmost  hearts  doth  sound; 
Countless  souls  in  misery  languish, 

AVe  would  fly  to  heal  their  wounds. 

4  Heathen,  we  would  soothe  thy  weeping: 

Take  us  to  thy  anxious  breast, 
"Where  some  sainted  dust  is  sleeping, 

Let  us  share  a  kindred  rest. 
Friends,  this  span  of  life  is  fleeting, 

Hark  !   the  harps  of  angels  swell ; 
Think  of  that  eternal  meeting, 

Wrhere  no  voice  shall  sa^ — Farewell/ 


188 


2  8s,  3  7s,  and  1  4. 


YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee, 
All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well ; 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 


I 


MISSIONARY.  193 

Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

2  Home!  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely, 
Joys  no  stranger  heart  can  tell ; 
Happy  home !  as  I  have  proved  thee, 
Can  I,  can  I  say — farewell? 

Can  I  leave  thee — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

8  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 
Holy  days,  and  Sabbath-bell, 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure, 
Can  I  say  at  last — farewell? 

Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

4  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly ; 

From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well, 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me  ; 

Lovely,  native  land,  farewell ! 
Pleased  I  leave  thee — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  desert  let  me  labor, 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
flew  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  heU: 

Let  me  hasten 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean  ; 

Let  the  winds  my  canvas  swell — 
Heaves  my  breast  with  warm  emotion, 
"While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell. 

Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land — farewell — farewell ! 


194  MISSIONARY. 


189 


Wallace* 

MILLENNIAL  DAWN. — IT.  H. 


OAINTS,  exult: — adieu  to  tears; 
^  Gloriously  the  dawn  app ears- 
Dawn  of  bright  millennial  years, 

Our  great  Messiah's  reign : 
See  his  banner  floating  o'er 
Every  dark  and  heathen  shore ; 
Gloom  profound  shall  brood  no  more» 

Nor  idol  gods  remain. 

2  Where,  in  polar  regions,  rise 
Mountains  of  perpetual  ice, 
Beams  of  brightness  gild  the  skies ; 

Prepare,  prepare  his  way : 
Frosts  eternal  own  his  word ; 
Mountains  melt  before  the  Lord ; 
Human  hearts  with  joy  accord 

To  him  the  victory. 

3  On  the  sands  of  torrid  zone, 

Shines  from  far  his  great  white  throne, 
Ethiopia  is  his  own  ; 

He  breaks  her  captive  bands : 
Hear  the  voice  of  wailing  hush  ; 
See  the  limpid  fountain  gush ; 
Thirsty  crowds  around  it  rush, 

And  clap  their  joyful  hands. 

4  Isles,  that  grace  the  ocean's  bed, 
Long  in  superstition  dead, 
Hear  the  voice  of  Him  who  bled, 

And  bless  the  rule  he  bears ; 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  102. 


MISSIONARY.  195 

Saying  health  from  him  they  prove; 
Grace  perfumes  the  air  above ; 
Round  them  rolls  a  sea  of  love — 
A  paradise  is  theirs. 

5  Ships  that  o'er  the  billows  ride, 
Beat  by  wind  and  angry  tide, 
Safely  moor — securely  glide, 

On  oceans  deep  and  dark : 
Howl  the  storm — let  surges  roar ; 
Right's  black  mantle  shroud  them  o'er; 
Storms  and  perils  fright  no  more, 

Since  Christ  is  in  the  bark. 

6  Hail,  the  world's  great  jubilee! 
Day  of  blood-bought  liberty  ! 

Satan  bound— earth  more  than  free- 
Sound  forth  our  choicest  lays, 

Pitch  the  blissful  chorus  higher ; 

Oh !  for  cloven  tongues  of  tire, 

Oh !  for  for  an  immortal  lyre, 
To  sing  the  reign  of  grace. 


190 


"From  Greenland's  icy  mountain*"* 

MISSIONARY    SEWING   SOCIETY.— W.  H. 


'THOUGH  to  a  distant  region 
■*■   Our  course  we  may  not  steer, 
To  spread  the  blessed  religion, 

"Which  prompts  our  meeting  here ; 
Though  Providence  denies  us 

The  heavier  work  to  do, 
Our  Master  here  employs  us ; 

We're  in  his  service  too. 


*  Also  see  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  97. 


196  MISSIONARY. 

2  While  fathers,  sons,  and  brothers 

Are  toiling  in  the  field, 
Their  daughters,  sisters,  mothers 

To  sloth  shall  never  yield; 
Our  hands  shall  make  their  raiment^ 

And  needful  food  provide, 
Till  every  faithful  claimant 

Shall  have  his  wants  supplied. 

3  Our  works  are  not  redundant, 

Though  little  we  can  do — 
The  harvest  is  abundant, 

And  laborers  are  few  ; 
To  aid  the  pious  labors 

Of  those  in  darker  lands, 
"We  meet  as  Christian  neighbours, 

And  ply  our  cheerful  hands. 

4  While  some  go  forward  weeping 

And  scatter  precious  seeds, 
And  others  now  are  reaping 

The  fruits  of  former  deeds, 
Our  Father,  God,  direct  them, 

Wherever  they  shall  roam  ; 
Let  angel  bands  protect  them, 

Till  thou  shalt  call  them  home. 

6  When  they  return  with  gladness 

Their  sheaves  around  them  borne. 
No  longer,  then,  in  sadness 

Their  sufferings  we  shall  mourn : 
What  though  they  go  before  us, 

Or  long  delay  to  come, 
We'll  join  their  blissful  chorus, 

And  "  shout  the  harvest-heme." 


191 


MISSIONARY.  197 


8  lines  11  and  9s. 


•"pHEY  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the 
-*-         patriarchs  rest, 

"Where  the  bones  of  the  prophets  are  laid, 
VThere  the  chosen  of  Israel  the  promise  pos- 
sessed, 
And  Jehovah  his  wonders  displayed ; 
To  the  land  which  the  Saviour  of  sinners 
once  trod, 
Where  he  labored,   and  languished,  and 
bled, 
Where  he  triumphed  o'er  death,  and  ascended 
to  God, 
As  he  captive  captivity  led. 

2  They  have  gone — the  glad  heralds  of  mercy 
have  gone 
To  the  land  where  the  martyrs  once  bled , 
Where  the  "  Beast  and  False  Prophet"  have 
since  trodden  down 
The  fair  fabric  that  Zion  had  laid ; 
Where  the  churches,  once  planted,  and  wa- 
tered, and  blessed 
With  the  dews  which  the  Spirit  distilled, 
Have  been  smitten,  despoiled,  and  by  hea* 
thens  possessed, 
And  the  places  that  knew  them  denied. 

8  They  go  to  the  land  where  the  Indians  noTf 
dwell, 

Impelled  by  the  love  of  the  Lord ; 
His  love  to  proclaim,  and  His  mercy  to  tell, 

As  revealed  in  his  excellent  word. 


198  MISSIONARY. 

w  Thy  blessing  go  with  them — oh,  be  thou 
their  shield 

From  the  shafts  of  the  fowler  that  fly ; 
Oh,  Saviour  of  sinners,  thine  arm  be  revealed 

In  mercy  and  might  from  on  high." 


192 


DAWN  OP  THE  MILLENNIUM. 


TkT ORN  of  Zion's  glory— 

-*-'-*•  Brightly  thou  art  breaking, 

Holy  joy,  the  light  is  waking  : 

Morn  of  Zion's  glory. 
Ancient  saints  foretold  thee, 
Seraph  angels  glad  behold  thee  : 

Far  and  wide, 

See  them  glide ; 
Streams  of  rich  salvation 
Flow  to  every  nation. 

2  Morn  of  Zion's  glory — 

Every  human  dwelling 
With  thy  notes  of  joy  is  swelling  ,* 

Morn  of  Zion's  glory. 
Distant  hills  are  ringing, 
Echoed  voices  sweet  are  singing ; 
Haste  thee  on 
Like  the  sun, 
Paths  of  splendor  tracing, 
Heathen  midnight  chasing. 

3  Morn  of  Zion's  glory — 

Now  the  night  is  riven ; 
Now  the  star  is  high  in  heaven ; 

Morn  of  Zion's  glory. 
Joyful  hearts  are  bounding, 
Hallelujahs  sounding; 


VALEDICTORY.  199 

Peace  with  men 

Dwells  again ; 
Jesus  reigns  for  ever  ! 
Jesus  reigns  for  ever  ! 


193 


VALEDICTORY. 

Farewell  Ode  for  a  College 
Commencement. 


PEACEFULLY,  tenderly, 
-*-     Here,  as  we  part, 
The  farewell  that  lingers 

Be  breathed  from  the  heart 
No  place  more  fitting, 

0  house  of  the  Lord — ■ 
Here  be  it  spoken, 

That  last  prayerful  word- 
Thoughtfully,  carefully, 

Solemn  and  slow  ! 
Tears  are  bedewing 

The  path  that  we  go  : 
Perils  before  us 

We  know  not  to-day — 
Kindly  and  safely, 

0  Lord,  lead  the  way. 

Upwardly,  steadfastly, 

Gaze  on  that  brow: 
Jesus,  our  Leader, 

Reigns  conqueror  now- 


200  VALEDICTORY. 

His  steps  let  us  follow, 

His  sufferings  dare, 
Go  up  to  glory, 

His  blessedness  share. 

4  Patiently,  cheerfully, 

Up,  and  depart 
To  labor  and  duty 

With  undismayed  heart : 
The  ransomed,  with  gladness, 

To  Zion  we'll  bring, 
Shouting  salvation 

To  Jesus,  our  King. 

194:         L-  M.— Parting  Hand. 

"\/TY  dearest  friends  in  bonds  of  love, 
XfX  Whose  hearts  the  sweetest  union  prove. 
Your  friendship's  like  the  strongest  band ; 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 
Your  company  's  sweet,  your  union  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  mine  ear ; 
And  when  I  see  that  we  must  part, 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 

2  How  sweet  the  hours  have  passed  away, 
Since  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray ! 
How  loth  we  are  to  leave  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face ! 

Oh,  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  fainting  mind ! 
But  duty  makes  me  understand, 
That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

3  How  oft  I  've  seen  your  flowing  tears, 
And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears  ; 


VALEDICTORY.  201 

Your  hearts  with  love  have  seemed  to  flame, 
Which  makes  me  think  we'll  meet  again. 
A  few  more  days,  or  years  at  most, 
And  we  shall  reach  fair  Canaan's  coast! 
"When  in  that  holy,  happy  land, 
We'll  clasp  anew  the  immortal  hand. 

4  I  hope  you  will  remember  me, 
If  you  no  more  my  face  should  see : 
An  interest  in  your  prayer*  I  crave, 
That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 
0  blessed  day  !   0  glorious  hope  ! 
My  soul  leaps  forward  at  the  thought, 
When  in  that  holy,  happy  land, 
We'll  take  no  more  the  parting  hand. 

J[  y  £)     4  lines  lis. — Bower  of  Prayer.* 

TUREWELL  to  thee,  brother  !  we  meet  but 

-*-         to  part, 

And  sorrow  is  struggling  with  joy  in  each 
heart ; 

There  is  grief — but  there's  hope,  all  its  an- 
guish to  quell, 

The  Master  goes  with  thee — farewell,  oh, 
farewell, 

2  Farewell !  thou  art  leaving  the  home  of 
thy  youth — 

The  friends  of  thy  God,  and  the  temples  of 
truth, 

For  the  land  where  is  heard  no  sweet  Sab- 
bath-bell ; 

ret  the  Master  goes  with  thee — farewell,  oh, 
farewell ! 

♦Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  77. 


202  VALEDICTORY. 

8  Farewell !  for  thou  treadest  the  path  thafc 

he  trod, 
His   God   is    thy   Father — hio    Father   thy 

God; 
And  if  ever  with  doubtings  thy  bosom  shall 

swell, 
Remember,   He 's  with  thee — farewell,   oh, 

farewell. 

4  Farewell !  and  God  speed  thee,  glad  tidings 

to  bear 
To  desolate  isles,  in  the  night  of  despair ; 
On  the  sea — on  the  shore,  the  promises  tell, 
His  wings  shall  infold   thee — farewell,  oh, 

farewell ! 

5  Farewell!    but  in   spirit  we   often   shall 

meet, 

(Though  the  ocean  divide  us)  at  one  mercy- 
seat; 

And  above,  ne'er  to  part,  but  for  ever  to 
dwell 

With  the  Master  in  glory — till  then,  oh,  fare* 
well! 


196  i-m. 


TDAREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  be 

•*-  gone, 

I  have  no  home  or  stay  with  you ; 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 

Till  I  a  better  country  view. 

Farewell,  farewell,  farewell, 
My  loving  friends,  farewell. 


VALEDICTORY.  203 

2  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 
Nor  waits  for  mortal  cares  or  bliss ; 
I  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

8  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love; 
Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 

You've    struggled   long    and    hard   for 
heaven, 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 

Fight  on,  fight  on,  fight  on, 
The  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 

6  Farewell,  poor,  careless  sinners,  too, 
It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here; 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you ; 
Oh  turn,  and  find  salvation  near. 

Oh,  turn,  oh,  turn,  oh,  turn, 
And  find  salvation  near. 


197 


L.  M.* 

THE  ITINERANT  HUSBAND'S  ADIEU.— W.  H. 

CX& !  meet  me  at  the  throne  of  gracs, 
"   At  rosy  eve  and  dewy  morn, 
And  cherish  hopes  of  sweet  embrace, 
When  I  from  toil  to  thee  return. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  7  8. 


204  VALEDICTORY. 

I  go,  my  Master's  work  to  dc, 

His  truth  to  spread,  his  grace  to  show } 
But  while  I  wander,  thoughts  of  you, 

Shall  ever  in  my  bosom  glow. 


Oh  I  meet  me  at  the  throne  of  grace, 
At  rosy  eve  and  dewy  morn , 

And  cherish  hopes  of  sweet  embrace, 
When  I  from  toil  to  thee  return. 

2  'Tis  duty's  lofty  voice  I  hear, 

And  hearing,  must  obey  the  sound  ; 
For  notes  of  love  and  friendship  dear 
Are  in  the  sovereign  echo  drowned. 
I  seek  not  fame  nor  glittering  gold, 

Not  these  could  tempt  me  hence  to  roam ; 
But,  wandering  sheep,   strayed  from  the 
fold, 
I  would  to  Christ  and  heaven  bring  home, 
Chorus. 

3  Go,  stay  that  trusting  heart  on  heaven, 

Let  not  those  tears  too  freely  flow ; 
And  pray  that  to  our  love  be  given 

Yet  other  interviews  below  ; 
But  if  to  hearts  so  intertwined, 

His  will  permit  a  stroke  severe; 
If  thine  the  fall,  I'll  haste  to  find 

Thy  rest  in  yonder  happier  sphere 

Chorui, 

4  Or,  if  while  roving  far  from  thee, 

In  quest  of  Israel's  wandering  sheep, 
Shall  come  my  hour  of  destiny, 
And  lull  me  into  death's  cold  sleep ; 


VALEDICTORY.  205 

Then  follow  thou:  oh  I  speed  thy  wing, 

And  to  my  spirit-mansion  come, 
While  I  from  heaven's  bright  walls   shall 
sing, 
Come  home,  my  love,  come  quickly  home 
Chorus, 


198 


C.  M.* 

THE  ITINERANT  WIFE'S  ADIEU. — \7.  H. 


. 


T'LL  meet  thee  at  the  hour  of  prayer, 

-■-  Oh,  yes  !  I'll  meet  with  thee, 

And  breathe  my  warmest  offerings  there, 

While  thine  go  up  for  me ; 
Though  rivers  may  between  us  roll, 

And  mountains  part  the  sky, 
They  cannot  part  our  one  fond  soul — 

One  soul  are  you  and  I. 

CHORUS. 

Til  meet  with  thee,  VII  meet  withthce. 
Oh,  yes  !  we'll  meet  in  prayer. 

2  Go,  bear  the  word  of  truth  abroad, 
To  save  our  wretched  race  ; 
Go,  tell  the  rebel  of  his  God, 
Go,  tell  him  of  his  grace  ; 
The  precious  seed  with  tears  bedew, 

Nor  faint  the  cross  to  bear ; 
But  frequently  thy  strength  renew, 
By  meeting  me  in  prayer. 

Chorus. 

8  Go,  bid  the  sorrowing  heart  be  glad, 
Go,  dry  the  mourner's  tears  ; 
Tell  guilty  souls  that  Jesus  bled, 
To  quell  their  guilty  fears  ; 

*  Minstrel  of  Ziou,  p.  80. 


206  YALEDICTOilY. 

And  as  thou  wanderest  to  and  fro, 

Domestic  toils  my  care, 
Each  day  will  I  rejoice  to  know 
Thou  meetest  me  in  prayer. 

Choru*. 
4  Thus  sweetly  bound  in  triple  bands 
Of  wedlock,  truth,  and  grace, 
"We  cultivate  Immanuel's  lands, 

And  train  our  rising  race. 
Our  daily  mutual  toils  we  share — 

The  harvest  soon  will  come, 
When  we  with  mutual  joy  shall  bear 
Our  sheaves  rejoicing  home. 

Chorvi. 


199 


Parting  Friend. 

"TTTHEN  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 

'  ■     When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 

Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parched  beneath  the  burning  sky  ; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls, 
And  in  heaven's  wide  domain, 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 
8  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid; 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 


\  ALEDICTORY.  5>07 


200 


C.  M.— Kirkland. 

HAIL,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 
Our  glowing  hearts  in  one  : 
Hail !  sacred  hope,  that  tunes  our  minds, 
To  joys  before  unknown. 

CHORUS. 

It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope. 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given  : 

The  hope,  when  dags  and  gears  are  past. 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

2  What  though  the  northern  winter-blast, 

May  howl  around  my  cot; 
What  though  beneath  a  southern  sun 
Be  cast  thy  distant  lot. 

CHORUS. 

For  there  we  share  the  blissful  hope,  §c. 

3  From  Burmah's  shore,  from  Afric's  strand, 

From  India's  burning  plain  : 
From  Europe  and  Columbia's  land, 
"We  hope  to  meet  again. 

Chorus. 

4  Nor  ling'ring  look,  nor  parting  sigh 

Our  future  home  shall  know  ; 
There  love  shall  beam  from  every  eye, 
And  hope  immortal  grow. 

Oh,  sacred  hope,  oh,  blissful  hope,  <J*c 

OAT  Long,  long  ago. 

Li  U  -L  "THCTK  THOU  OF  iTE."— R.  &  H. 

HPHDsK  of  me  when  at  the  altar  of  prayer ; 
-1-      Think  thou  of  me — think  thou  of  me, 
itfhen  at  the  mercy-seat — think  of  me  there  J 
Think  thou  of  me — pray  for  me. 


208  VALEDICTORY. 

Pray  that  with  courage  I  onward  may  go, 
Spreading  the  news  of  salvation  below, 
Plucking  poor  rebels,  from  sin  and  from  wo  *. 
Think  thou  of  me — pray  for  me. 

2  And  at  the  call  of  the  church-going  bell, 

Think  thou  of  me — think  thou  of  me  : 
Think  of  the  place  where  the  holy  shall  dwell ; 

Think  thou  of  me — pray  for  me  : 
Pray  that  with  all  of  the  rapturous  throng, 
Who  on  Mount  Zion  repeat  their  glad  song, 
1  may  at  last  to  the  Saviour  belong : 

Think  thou  of  me — pray  for  me. 

3  When  the  bright  morn  with  her  glory  comes 

in, 
Think  thou  of  me — think  thou  of  me. 
Pray  that  my  soul  may  be  kept  from  all  sin: 

Think  thou  of  me — pray  for  me — 
Pray  that  through  life  I  may  walk  in  his 

love, 
Who  to  redeem  me  came  down  from  above ; 
Pray  that  the  world  his  salvation  may  prove : 
Think  thou  of  me — pray  for  me. 

4  When  quiet  eve  throws  around  thee  her 

shade : 
Think  thou  of  me — think  thou  of  me : 
Think  of  the  friendly  requests  I  have  made; 

Think  thou  of  me — pray  for  me: 
Pray  that   when  life   and  its    sorrows   are 

o'er, 
We  may  both  meet  on  a  happier  shore  ; 
When  we  meet  there,  we  shall  never  part 
more ; 
Think  thou  of  me — pray  for  me. 


SUNDAY    SCHOOL.  209 

5  When  you   may  hear  of   my  fast  failing 
breath, 

Think  of  me  then — pray  for  me  then : 
Pray  that  the  Lord  may  be  with  me  in  death  ; 

Think  of  me  then — pray  for  me. 
Pray  that  with  joy  I  may  finish  my  race  ; 
Triumph  at  last  in  the  strength  of  his  grace  ; 
Kise  up  to  heaven  in  raptures  of  praise : 

Think  of  me  then — think  of  me. 


202 


STJm) AY  SCHOOL. 


THE   OLDEST   RYiLS. 


S1 


[In  Paed.,  Lib.  iii.  of  Clement  of  Alexandria,  is  given 
(in  Greek)  the  most  ancient  hymn  of  the  Primitive 
Church.  It  is  then  (one  hundred  and  fifty  years  after 
the  Apostles)  asserted  to  be  of  much  earlierorigin.  It 
may  have  been  sung  by  the  '-beloved  disciple,"'  before 
he  ascended  to  his  reward.] 

1HEPHERD  of  tender  youth  ! 

Guiding  in  love  and  truth, 
Through  the  devious  ways  ; 
Christ,  our  triumphant  King, 
We  come  thy  name  to  sing, 
And  here  our  children  bring 
To  shout  thy  praise. 

Thou  art  our  holy  Lord ! 
The  all-subduing  Word ! 

Healer  of  strife  ! 
Thou  didest  thyself  abase, 
That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace, 
Thou  mightest  save  our  race, 

And  give  us  life. 
14 


210  SUNDAY  SCHOOL. 

3  Thou  art  wisdom's  High  Priest! 
Thou  hast  prepared  the  feast 

Of  holy  love ; 
And  in  our  mortal  pain, 
None  calls  on  thee  in  vain — 
Help  thou  dost  not  disdain, 

Help  from  above. 

4  Ever  be  thus  our  guide ! 
Our  Shepherd  and  our  pride, 

Our  staff  and  song  ! 
Jesus  !  thou  Christ  of  God  i 
By  thy  perennial  word, 
Lead  us  where  thou  hast  trod«^ 

Make  our  faith  strong. 

5  So  now,  and  till  we  die, 
Sound  we  thy  praises  high, 

And  joyful  sing : 
Infants,  and  the  glad  throng, 
Who  to  thy  church  belong, 
Unite  and  swell  the  song, 

To  Christ  our  King. 


203 


THE  HAPPY  LAND. 

THERE  is  a  happy  land, 
Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  ; 
Oh,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 
For  ever  more ! 
2  Come  to  that  happy  land  ; 
Come,  come  away ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 
Why  still  delay  ? 


SUNDAY  SCHOOL.  211 

Oh,  we  shall  happy  be, 

"When,  from  sin  ar  J  sorrow  free  ; 

Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blessed  ever  more. 
8  Bright,  in  that  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye  ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand  ; 

Love  cannot  die ; 
Oh,  then  to  glory  run ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won, 
And  bright  above  the  sun, 

Reign  ever  more. 


FOR  CHRISTMAS. 

204 

HAIL  happy  day  !  when  Christ  the  Son 
His  pilgrimage  on  earth  begun; 

This  world  of  oars  made  his  abode, 

The  dwelling-place  of  man  and  God. 
2  How  happy  were  the  shepherd  swains 

"Who  heard  the  high  angelic  strains  ! 

And  greatly  wondering,  learned  from  them 

That  Christ  was  born  in  Bethlehem. 
8  Happy  the  men  whose  heavenward  eye 

Beheld  the  star  new-lit  on  high ; 

And  hasted,  with  unweary  feet, 

David's  immortal  Son  to  greet. 
4  Oh  !  happy  she,  the  virgin  fair, 

Who  nursed  him  with  a  mother's  care ; 

And,  pondering  o'er  the  mystery,  press'd 

Her  son — her  Saviour — to  her  breast. 


212  SUNDAY  SCHOOL. 

5  But  happier  we — himself  has  shown-^ 
Who  see  him  now  by  faith  alone  : 

More  blessed  are  they  who  keep  his  word. 
Than  she  who  bore  and  nursed  the  Lord. 

6  Our  willing  honors  then  we  pay 
To  Him  whose  is  this  festal  day ; 
Before  his  feet  rejoicing  fall, 

And  crown  him  King  and  Lord  of  alL 


20 


k  L.  Bf. — Christmas.* 

0  W.  H. 


TEACHERS. 

/^OME,  children,  let  your  voices  rise, 

To  him  who  stoops  to  hear  your  cries  . 
To-day  is  born  your  heavenly  King — 
Lift  up  your  voices — children,  sing. 

BOYS. 

2  Come,  sisters,  join  your  tuneful  tongues, 
Responsive  to  our  humbler  songs  ; 
Come,  and  your  sweeter  anthems  bring, 
To  praise  him  better — sisters,  sing. 

GIRLS. 

3  Brothers,  we  come  with  cheerful  hearte, 
In  this  glad  song  to  bear  our  parts  ; 
Let  both  unite  to  sing  his  praise, 

And  willing  honors  jointly  raise. 

CHILDREN. 

4  Our  gifts  of  gold  we  cannot  bring 
An  offering  unto  Zion's  King: 
Instruct  us,  teachers,  how  to  gain 
The  favors  of  his  coming  reign. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  111. 


SUNDAY    SCHOOL.  213 

TEACHER3. 

5  Dear  children,  he  whose  grace  yon  share, 
Does  not  for  such  vain  honors  care  : 
Your  hearts  to  gold  will  he  prefer — 
Your  love  to  frankincense  and  myrrh. 


Saviour  of  all,  our  voices  blend, 
And  upwards  to  thy  throne  ascend : 
While  low  our  bodies  humbly  bow, 
Oh,  bless  us,  Saviour — bless  us  now. 


206 


8 lines  8s. — Christmas  Hymn.* 

W.  H. 


i~\H  happy  the  day  he  was  born, 

^^  "When  the  angels  rejoiced  in  the  skies  : 

The  joy  of  that  festival  morn 

By  far  every  other  out  vies. 
Oh,  bright  was  the  glory  that  shone 

From  mercy's  broad  banner  unfurled, 
"When  Gabriel  came  down  from  the  throno 

To  publish  the  news  to  our  world- 

"Lo  !  tidings  of  gladness  I  bring 

To  you,  and  to  all  upon  earth  ; 
Rejoice  at  the  birth  of  your  King, 

The  Son  of  the  Highest  hath  birth  : 
He  comes  of  the  prophets  foretold, 

Whose  kingdom  shall  ever  increase ; 
The  Son  of  King  David  of  old, 

The  Prince  and  the  Author  of  peace." 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion.  p.  110 


214  SUNDAY  SCHOOL. 

3  Thus  spake  the  archangel;  and  throngs 

Of  glorified  spirits  on  high 
Exulted  in  rapturous  songs, 

And  filled  with  sweet  music  the  sky  • 
All  glory  and  honor  be  given, 

To  Father,  and  Spirit,  and  Son  ; 
On  earth  is  the  kingdom  of  Heaven, 

The  reign  of  Messiah  begun. 


207 


FOR  THE  FOURTH  OF  JULY 
C.  M.— Land  of  Liberty .* 


W.  H. 

f^  OD  of  our  fathers  !  whose  right  hand 
^*    Their  galling  fetters  broke, 
And  set  our  now  delightsome  land 
Free  from  a  foreign  yoke — 

2  We  thank  Thee  for  the  blessings  given, 

Prosperity  and  peace ; 
And  raise  our  prayerful  hearts  to  heaven, 
That  these  may  still  increase. 

3  Our  warrior  sires,  who  stood  in  arms, 

In  death's  long  slumber  rest, 
While  we,  secure  from  war's  alarms 
By  their  hard  toils  are  blest. 

4  We,  in  our  own  thrice  blissful  bowers, 

In  safety  now  recline  ; 
These  blessings,  gracious  Lord,  are  ours, 
The  praise  be  ever  Thine, 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  105. 


SUNDAY  SCHOOL.  215 


208 


INDEPENDENCE   DAT. 


Tin  Til  joy  we  meet. 
*  »     "With  smiles  we  greet 
Our  schoolmates  bright  and  gaf ; 
Be  dry  each  tear 
Of  sorrow  here — 

'Tis  Independence  day 

2  'Tis  freedom's  sound 
That  rings  around, 

And  brightens  every  ray ; 
Our  banner  floats, 
And  trumpet  notes ; 

On  Independence  day. 

3  While  thunder  breaks, 
And  music  wakes 

Its  patriotic  lay, 
At  temple-gate 
Our  feet  shall  wait, 

On  Independence  day. 

4  Oh,  who  from  home 
Would  fail  to  come 

And  join  the  children's  lay- 
When  praise  we  bring 
To  God,  our  King, 

On  Independence  day. 

5  For  Liberty, 
Great  God,  to  thee 

Our  grateful  thanks  we  pay ; 
For  thanks,  we  know, 
To  thee  we  owe, 

On  Independence  day. 


216  SUNDAY  SCHOOL. 

2  8s,  3  7s,  and  1  4. 


209 


>T.  H. 


LI  AIL  the  day  that  bought  our  freedom, 
J~L  Bought  with  our  forefathers'  blood ; 
Thou,  our  conquering  God,  didst  lead  them 

Through  the  flame  and  through  the  flood. 
Independence ! 

Echo  it  through  field  and  flood. 

2  Lo !  their  happy  sons  and  daughters, 

On  this  glad  and  festal  day, 
By  the  springs  of  limpid  waters, 
O'er  the  hills  and  valleys  stray. 

Independence ! 
Chorus  still  of  every  lay. 

3  Here  we,  in  thy  presence  bending, 

Happiest  of  the  happy  throngs, 
Up  to  heaven  our  prayers  are  sending— 

Up  to  heaven  our  rapturous  songs, 
Independence ! 
Swells  the  triumph,  and  prolongs. 

4  "  Oh  !  thou  God  of  our  salvation,'* 

"Who  dost  blessings  richly  shower, 
Let  us  make  our  "Declaration" 
In  this  spirit-stirring  hour. 

Independence ! 
From  the  tyrant  Satan's  power. 

6  Father,  oh !  prepare  us  better 
For  the  blessings  richly  given ; 
Break  off  every  sinful  fetter, 
Purge  out  every  sinful  leaven. 

Independence ! 
Then  shall  clear  our  path  to  heaven. 


SUNDAY   SCHOOL.  217 


210 


7s  and  6s. 

TT^E  come  with  joy  and  gladness, 
*  »     To  breathe  our  songs  of  praise, 
Nor  let  one  note  of  sadness 

Be  mingled  in  our  lays, 
For  'tis  a  hallowed  story, 

This  theme  of  freedom's  birth  ; 
Our  fathers'  deeds  of  glory 

Are  echoed  round  the  earth. 

2  The  sound  is  waxing  stronger, 

And  thrones  and  nations  hear — 
Proud  man  shall  rule  no  longer, 

For  God  the  Lord  is  near ; 
And  he  will  crush  oppression, 

And  raise  the  humble  mind, 
And  give  the  earth's  possession 

Among  the  good  and  kind. 

3  And  then  shall  sink  the  mountains, 

"Where  pride  and  power  are  crowned, 
And  peace,  like  gentle  fountains, 

Shall  shed  its  pureness  round. 
0  God  !  we  would  adore  thee, 

And  in  thy  shadow  rest; 
Our  fathers  bowed  before  thee, 

And  trusted,  and  were  blest. 


211 

A1 


Eosin  the  bow. 

A  JUVENILE   PATRIOTIC   SONG. 


SONG  for  the  day  beaming  o'er  us  ! 
■  An  anthem  of  juvenile  joy ; 
A  rapturous,  heart-stirring  chorus, 
For  this  is  the  Fourth  of  July ! 


218  SUNDAY   SCHOOL. 


Yes,  this  is  the  Fourth  of  July, 
The  glorious  Fourth  of  July: 

Then  send  up  the  heart-stirring  choru^ 
For  this  is  the  Fourth  of  July 

2  Long  since,  on  this  day  of  defial, 

Our  fathers  fought  kings  with  their  pen  \ 
Their  children,  if  put  to  the  trial, 
Would  sign  that  bold  paper  again. 

Would  sign  that  bold  paper  again, 
Yes,  yes,  we  would  sign  it  again ; 

Their  children,  if  put  to  the  trial, 
Would  sign  that  bold  paper  again. 

3  The  patriot  band  was  assembled, 
The  tyrants  of  earth  to  defy  ; 

And  tyrants  have  ever  since  trembled 
To  hear  of  the  Fourth  of  July. 

To  hear  of  the  Fourth  of  July, 
The  glorious  Fourth  of  July, 

And  tyrants  have  ever  since  trembled 
To  hear  of  the  Fourth  of  July. 

4  They  wish  that  old  Time  would  absorb  it, 
Or  let  it  unnumbered  go  by : 

But  time  rolls  around  in  its  orbit, 
And  brings  a  new  Fourth  of  July, 

He  brings  a  new  Fourth  of  July, 
Each  year  a  new  Fourth  of  July; 

Old  Time,  as  he  rolls  in  his  orbit, 
Still  brings  a  new  Fourth  of  July. 


SUNDAY   SCHOOL.  219 

5  With  very  benevolent  reason, 

God  spreads  out  the  bright  summer  sky; 
And  just  in  the  midst  of  the  season,  * 

He  sends  us  the  Fourth  of  July. 

lie  sends  us  the  Fourth  of  July, 
The  glorious  Fourth  of  July  ; 

In  the  midst  of  the  bright  summer  season, 
He  sends  us  the  Fourth  of  July. 

6  Our  fathers  in  warlike  employment, 
Determined  to  conquer  or  die ; 

But  ours  is  the  peaceful  enjoyment, 
The  fruit  of  their  Fourth  of  July. 

The  fruit  of  their  Fourth  of  July. 

Their  soul-trying  Fourth  of  July  ; 
"We  nourish  in  peaceful  enjoyment, 

The  fruit  of  their  Fourth  of  July 

7  Our  States  in  fraternal  communion, 
All  traitors  and  foes  shall  defy ; 

So  long  as  we  cling  to  the  "  Union," 
And  honor  the  Fourth  of  July. 

And  honor  the  Fourth  of  July, 
The  glorious  Fourth  of  July, 

So  long  as  we  cling  to  the  "  Union," 
And  honor  the  Fourth  of  July. 

8  Be  withered  the  hand  that  would  sever 
Our  hallowed  confederate  tie, 

Our  "Union"  be  cherished  forever, 
And  honored  our  Fourth  of  July. 

And  honored  our  Fourth  of  July, 
Our  glorious  Fourth  of  July, 

Our  "Union"  be  cherished  forever, 
And  honored  our  Fourth  of  July. 


220  SUNDAY   SCHOOL. 

9  Then  up  with  the  Toice  of  tnanksgiving, 
To  God,  the  great  Giver  on  high ; 

And  while  in  the  land  of  the  living, 
Still  honor  the  Fourth  of  July. 

Still  honor  the  Fourth  of  July, 
The  glorious  Fourth  of  July ; 

Yes,  while  in  the  land  of  the  living, 
We'll  honor  the  Fourth  of  July. 

L 12  C.  M.— Joyful. 

For  the  conclusion  of  a  4th  of  July  celebration, 


CHILDREN. 

A  CCEPT  our  thanks  for  all  your  loye, 
■"■  And  kindness  thus  bestowed, 
And  pray  that  we  may  meet  above, 
In  yonder  blest  abode. 

Oh,  that  will  be  joyful. 
Joyful,  joyful,  joyful, 
Ok,  that  will  be  joyful, 
To  meet  to  part  no  more: 
To  meet  to  part  no  more, 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  : 
There  we  shall  meet  at  Jesus'  feet, 
Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

TEACHERS. 

2  Our  gifts  and  prayers  are  freely  given; 
You  live  within  our  heart: 
We  therefore  hope  to  meet  in  heayea, 
Where  we  shall  never  part. 

Chorut. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  221 

CHILDREN. 

t  In  that  bright  world  of  joy  above, 
Ten  thousand  angel-tongues 
Shall  help  to  sing  the  name  we  love, 
And  joy  shall  swell  our  songs. 

Chorn*. 


Our  happy  songs,  on  earth  begun, 

With  joy  shall  we  renew 
With  angels  round  our  Father's  throne, 

And  we'll  be  angels  too. 

Choru** 


213 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
L.  M. — Magdalen. 

"OH,  HAPPY   DAT." 


/^iH,  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 
^   On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  Oh,  happy  bond  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 


222  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done; 

I  am  my  Lord's  and  He  is  mine : 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest  my  long  divided  heart, 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  center  rest ; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 
When  called  on  angel's  bread  to  feast? 

5  High  Heaven  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear; 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 


214 


P.  M.* 

''  THE  HOUSE  OF  THE  LORD." — W.  H. 


"VTOU  may  sing  of  the  beauty  of  mountain 
■*■        and  dale, 
Of  the  silvery  streamlet  and  flowers  of  the 

vale; 
But  the  place  most  delightful  this  earth  can 

afford, 
Is  the  place  of  devotion — the  house  of  the 

Lord. 

2  You  may  boast  of  the  sweetness  of  day'f 
early  dawn — 

Of  the  sky's  softening  graces  when  day  ia 
just  gone ; 

But  there 's  no  other  season  or  time  can  com- 
pare 

With  the  hour  of  devotion — the  season  of 
prayer. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  61. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  223 

8  You  may  value  the  friendships  of  youth  and 

of  age, 
And  select  for  your  comrades  the  noble  and 

sage  ; 
But  the  friends  that  most  cheer  me  on  life's 

rugged  road, 
Arc  the  friends  of  my  Master — the  children 

of  God. 

4  Tou  may  talk  of  your  prospects,  of  fame, 

or  of  wealth, 
And  the  hopes  that  so  flatter  the  favorites  of 

health  ; 
But  the   hope  of  bright  glory — of  heavenly 

bliss! 
lake  away  every  other,   and  give  me  but 

this. 

5  Ever  hail,   blessed  temple,   abode   of  my 

Lord! 
I  will  turn  to  thee  often,  to  hear  from  his 

word; 
I  will  walk  to  thy  altar  with  those  that  I 

love, 
And  delight  in  the  prospects  revealed  from 

above. 


215 


L.  M. — Xewton. 

THE  MEECY   SEAT.    ' 


Tj^ROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
■*•    From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  Mercy  Seat 


224  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet- 
It  is  the  blood-bought  Mercy  Seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sundered  far — by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  Mercy  Seat. 

4  Ah  !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed— 
Or  how  the  host  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  Mercy  Seat? 

6  There — there,  on  eagle  wing  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more, 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  Mercy  Seat. 

6  Oh,  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  Mercy  Seat. 


216 


8  lines  8s  and  7s. — Absence* 

"SWEET  THE  MOMENTS." 


O  WEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
^  Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ! 
Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 
Here  I'll  sit  for  ever,  viewing 

Mercy's  streams,  in  streams  of  blood  J 
Precious  drops !  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  225 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie ; 
"While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Floating  in  his  languid  eye. 
Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

"While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze, 
Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

8  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

"With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death, 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  needs  to  Jesus  go  ; 
Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 

And  himself  more  fully  know. 


217 


8,  7s* 

MART    AT   THE   SAVIOUR'S   TOMB. 


. 


"ATARY  to  her  Saviour's  tomb 
-^■*-*-  Hasted  at  the  early  dawn ; 
Spice  she  brought,  and  rich  perfume, 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  was  gone : 
For  a  while  she  lingering  stood, 

Filled  with  sorrow  and  surprise ; 
Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood 

Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

Jesus,  who  is  always  near, 

Though  too  often  unperceived. 

Came  her  drooping  heart  to  ch^er, 
Kindly  asking  why  she  grieved 

*  Minstrel  of  Zon.3  p  66. 
15 


226  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Though  at  first  she  knew  him  not, 
When  he  called  her  by  her  name, 

She  her  heavy  griefs  forgot, 

For  she  found  him  still  the  same. 

8  Grief  and  sighing  quickly  fled, 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice: 
Just  before  she  thought  him  dead, 

Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice. 
What  a  change  a  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ! 
You  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 

4  He  who  came  to  comfort  her, 

When  she  thought  her  all  was  lost, 
Will  for  your  relief  appear, 

Though  you  now  are  tempest-tost : 
On  his  word  your  burden  cast, 

On  his  love  your  thoughts  employ; 
Weeping  for  a  night  may  last, 

But  with  morning  comes  the  joy 


218 


L.  M.~  Windham. 

THE  WONDROUS    CROSS. 


TTTHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

'  *     On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  die(L 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God: 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  227 

8  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

i  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small : 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

OT  Q  Us,  12s. 

**  J-  t/  COME,   YE   DISCONSOLATE. 

/^OME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  you  Ian- 
^        guish, 

Come,  at  the  mercy-seat  fervently  kneel : 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts — here  tell 
your  anguish, 
Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot 
heal. 
2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 
Hope,  when  all  others  die,   fadeless  and 
pure; 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  mercy  saying, 
"Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  heaven  can. 
not  cure." 

OOA  L.  M.— Scotland. 

~^i\J  THE  CAPTIVITY. 

WHERE  we,  our  wearied  limbs  to  rest, 
Sat  down  by  proud  Euphrates'  stream, 
We  wept,  with  doleful  thoughts  oppressed, 

And  Zion  was  our  mournful  theme ; 
Our  harps,  that,  when  with  joy  we  strung, 

Were  wont  their  tuneful  parts  to  bear, 
With  silent  strings,  neglected  hung 
On  willow  trees,  that  withered  there. 


228  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  When  they  that  led  us  captive,  said, 
"Come,  sing  us  one  of  Zion's  songs," 

And  of  our  grief  derision  made, 

Nor  Jacob's  God  redressed  our  wrongs  : 

"How  can  we  sing  on  Babel's  shores, 
Where  songs  profane  offend  the  ear, 

Where  strangers  idol  gods  adore, 
And  hated  images  appear  ?" 

3  If  I  forget  Jerusalem, 
Although  she  now  in  ruin  lies, 

Let  every  object  cease  to  charm, 

And  cleave  my  tongue,  and  close  my  eyea 
Oh!  could  I  see  the  house  of  God — 

Whose  sacred  ashes  bleach  the  plains — 
Once  more,  my  brethren's  blest  abode ! 

There  would  I  dwell  while  life  remains. 

OQ]  L.  M. — Duane  Street. 

WW  JL  THE  RIVER   OF   GOD. 

rFHERE  is  a  pure  and  peaceful  wave 
■*■    That  rolls  around  the  throne  of  love  ; 
Whose  waters  gladden  as  they  lave 
The  bright  and  heavenly  shores  above : 

2  While  streams  which  on  that  tide  depend, 

Steal  from  those  heavenly  shores  away, 
And  on  this  desert  world  descend, 
Over  our  barren  land  to  stray. 

3  The  pilgrim  faint,  and  near  to  sink 

Beneath  this  load  of  earthly  wo, 
Refresh'd  beneath  its  verdant  brink, 
Rejoices  in  its  gentle  flow. 

4  There,  0  my  soul,  do  thou  repose, 

And  hover  o'er  the  hallowed  spring, 
To  drink  the  crystal  wave ;  and  there 
To  lave  thy  wounded,  weary  wing. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  229 

6  It  may  be  that  the  waft  of  love 

Some    leaves    on   that   pure    tide   hath 
driven, 
Which,  passing  from  the  shores  above, 
Have  floated  down  to  us  from  heaven. 
6  So  shall  thy  wants  and  woes  be  healed, 
By  the  blest  influence  they  bring  ; 
So  thy  parched  lips  shall  be  unsealed, 
Thy  Saviour's  worthy  name  to  sing. 

Q  Q  Q  k  M« — Magdalen. 

£idmd+J  THIS   LIFE'S  BUT   A   DREAM. 

rPHIS  life  's  a  dream,  an  empty  show, 
-*-    But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ! 
"When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

2  0  glorious  hour  !  0  blest  abode  ! 

I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God! 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

3  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  : 
Then  burst  its  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

££t)  LOVE-FEAST 

"DE  present  at  our  love-feast,  Lord, 
■*"*  And  feed  us  richly  with  thy  word, 
Oh,  may  we  taste  the  joys  above, 
And  have  indeed  a  feast  of  love. 
2  Now,  Lord,  the  living  faith  impart, 
And  enter  every  waiting  heart  ; 
Then  shall  we  thy  salvation  prove, 
And  fully  taste  the  feast  of  love. 


230  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
And  visit  all  thy  praying  host; 
That  we,  with  all  thy  saints  above, 
May  share  the  feast  of  heavenly  love. 

OQj        C.  M. — Longing  for  home. 

&£j±L  SOMETHING    NEW. 

O INCE  man,  by  sin,  has  lost  his  God, 
^   He  seeks  creation  through  ; 
And  vainly  hopes  for  solid  bliss 
In  trying  something  new. 

2  The  new  possessed,  like  fading  flowers. 

Soon  loses  its  gay  hue  ; 
The  bubble  now  no  longer  takes, 
The  soul  wants  something  new. 

3  And  could  we  call  all  Europe  ours, 

With  India  and  Peru — 
The  mind  would  feel  an  aching  void, 
And  still  want  something  new. 

4  But  when  we  feel  a  Saviour's  love, 

All  good  in  him  we  view ; 
The  soul  forsakes  its  vain  delights — ■ 
In  Christ  finds  all  things  new. 

5  The  joys  the  dear  Redeemer  brings 

Will  bear  a  strict  review ; 
Nor  need  we  ever  change  again, 
For  Christ  is  always  new. 

22^  C'M- 

L^LdV  LOVE  TO   CHRIST. 

C  WEET  muse  descend, and  bless  the  shade^ 
*^  And  bless  the  evening  grove  ! 
Business  and  noise  and  day  are  fled, 
And  every  care  but  love. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  231 

2  'Tis  no  mean  beauty  of  the  ground, 

That  hath  enslave.!  my  eyes  ; 
I  faint  beneath  a  nobler  wound, 
Nor  love  below  the  skies. 

3  Jesus  has  all  my  powers  possessed, 

My  hopes,  my  fears,  my  joys  : 
He,  the  dear  sovereign  of  my  breast, 
Shall  still  command  my  voice. 

4  Some  of  the  fairest  choirs  above, 

Shall  flock  around  my  song, 
With  joy  to  hear  the  name  they  love 
Sound  from  a  mortal  tongue. 

6  His  charms  shall  make  my  numbers  flow 
And  hold  the  falling  flood, 
While  silence  sits  on  every  bough, 
And  bends  the  list'ning  wood. 

6  I'll  carve  my  passion  on  the  bark — 

And  every  wounded  tree 
Shall  droop,  and  bear  some  mystic  mark, 
That  Jesus  died  for  me. 

7  The  swains  shall  wonder,  when  they  read, 

Inscribed  on  all  the  grove, 
That  Heav'n  himself  came  down  and  bled, 
To  win  a  mortal's  love. 


226 
TV 


4  8s  and  2  6s. 

ATFLIC'rr.X. 

HEX  sore  afflictions  throng  around, 
And  sorrows  bow  my  spirits  down, 


Where  shall  I  find  relief 
I'll  bow  my  soul  before  my  God, 
And  humbly  kiss  his  chastening  rod — 

Till  he  assuage  my  grief. 


232  MISCELLANEOUS 

2  My  numerous  sins  I  will  confess, 
I'll  own,  in  every  deep  distress 

That  God  is  good  and  j^st ; 
For,  from  experience  I  hav^  found, 
Afflictions  spring  not  from  th*»  ground, 

Nor  trouble  from  the  dust 

&  So  sure  as  sparks  from  living  fir* 
With  native  tendency  aspire, 

And  upward  wing  their  way— 
So  surely  man  is  born  to  pain, 
Our  common  lot  is  to  complain, 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay. 

4  Nor  is  the  cause  so  hard  to  tell, 
Since  we  by  sin  so  basely  fell, 

And  left  the  source  of  bliss : 
How  can  we  look  for  joys  serene, 
While  sin,  that  monster,  lurks  within, 

The  parent  of  distress. 

5  But  Jesus  hears  the  sinner's  moan, 

He  pleads  our  cause  before  the  throne- 
He  hath  the  Father's  ear ; 
Since  he  for  man  the  debt  hath  paid, 
Our  suit  is  gained — his  blood  hath  made 
Atonement  at  the  bar. 


227 


L.  M.— The  Happy  Few* 

FADING  FLOWERS. — W.  H. 


THE  vernal  flowers  their  beauties  spread 
Delightful  to  the  eye  ; 
But  quickly  all  their  hues  are  fled— 
They  witner,  droop,  and  die. 

i  ■!  ■  •  — 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  15. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  233 

2  Emblem  of  beauteous  childhood's  bloom, 

Emblem  of  its  decay  ; 
Swift  they  leave  us  for  the  tomb, 
Wither,  and  pass  away. 

3  Why  should  we  mourn  these  fading  flowers. 

From  this  low  vale  removed, 
To  bloom  afresh  in  angel's  bowers, 
By  them  and  Christ  beloved  ? 

4  Thus  severed  from  their  parent  stem, 

Our  babes  go  on  before  ; 
That  our  fond  hearts  may  follow  them, 
To  that  immortal  shore. 

5  There  they  and  we,  (when  Christ  appears,) 

All  waslrd  from  sin's  foul  stain, 
Shall  nourish  through  eternal  years  ; 
Nor  die,  nor  weep  again. 


228 


C.  ML 

AT   THE   GRAVE   OF   A   CHILD.* — W.  H. 


"\T,rHO  shall  forbid  our  grateful  wo, 
"  "     Our  tears  of  love  to  start ; 
There's  balm  in  their  assuaging  flow 
To  heal  the  wounded  heart. 

2  This  lovely  babe,  thus  early  torn 
From  our  fond  breasts  away, 
"With  silent  grief  is  gently  borne 
To  its  lone  bed  of  clay. 

8  Here  rest  thee,  till  our  longer  race 
And  heavier  toils  shall  close  ; 
Then  shall  we  seek  thy  resting-place, 
And  share  thy  long  repose. 


♦Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  134. 


234  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  We  plant  thee  here,  with  tears  bedewed, 

Bright,  flower  of  heavenly  dye  ; 
And  often  shall  our  griefs,  renewed, 
These  flowing  founts  supply. 

5  But  thou  shalt  yet  in  beauty  bloom, 

A  plant  of  Paradise  ; 
And  gladden  with  thy  sweet  perfume 
Our  mansion  in  the  skies. 


C.  ML 

ASHAMED  OF  JESUS. 


229 

TESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
*"    A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ! 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  thro'  endless  days  I 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  her  star  ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon ! 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bids  darkness  flee 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend! 
No,  when  1  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  235 

6  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then  I'll  boast  a  Saviour  slain; 
And  oh,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christis  not  ashanr  d  of  me. 


230 


'THE   VOICE   OF   FREE   GRACE." 


I^HE  voice  of  free  grace 
Cries,  escape  to  the  mountain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race 

Christ  hath  open'd  a  fountain  ; 
For  sin  and  pollution, 

And  every  transgression, 

His  blood  flows  most  freely, 

In  streams  of  salvation. 


Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb 

Who  has  purchased  our  pardon  ; 
We  will  praise  him  again 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  thirsty  ones,  hear  it 

With  high  exultation — 
Behold,  says  the  Spirit, 

The  well  of  salvation  : 
Approach,  cries  the  Bride, 

Lo  I  the  multitudes  going, 
The  soul-saving  tide 

To  the  nations  is  flowing. 

8  Blest  Jesus  ride  on, 

Thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell, 

Thou  wilt  make  us  victorious. 


236  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Thy  name  shall  be  praised 
In  the  great  congregation, 

And  saints  shall  delight 
In  ascribing  salvation. 

4  "When  on  Zion  we  stand, 

Having  gain'd  the  blest  shore, 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands, 

We  will  praise  evermore  ; 
We'll  range  the  blest  fields, 

On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  hallelujahs 

For  ever  and  ever. 


231 


REV.  DR.  BETHUXE. 


T  LOVE  to  sing  when  I  am  glad, 
-*-  Song  is  the  echo  of  my  gladness; 
I  love  to  sing  when  I  am  sad, 

Till  song  makes  sweet  my  very  sadness  j 

'Tis  pleasant  time, 

When  voices  chime 
To  some  sweet  rhyme  in  concert  only ; 

And  song  to  me 

Is  company — 
Good  company  when  I  am  lonely. 

!  Whene'er  I  greet  the  morning  light, 

My  song  goes  forth  in  thankful  number% 
And  mid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
I  sing  me  to  my  welcome  slumbers ; 
My  glad  heart  is  stirred 
By  each  glad  bird 
Whose  notes  are  heard  in  summer's  bowers ; 
And  song  gives  birth 
To  friendly  mirth 
Around  the  hearth,  in  wintry  hours. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  237 

ft  Man  first  learned  song  in  Paradise, 

From  the  bright  angels  o'er  him  singing; 
And  in  our  home  above  the  skies, 
Glad  anthems  are  forever  ringing: 
God  lends  his  ear, 
"Well  pleased  to  hear 
The  songs  that  cheer  his  people's  sorrow; 
Till  day  shall  break 
And  we  shall  wake 
And  love  will  make  unfading  morrow. 

4  Then  let  me  sing  while  yet  I  may, 

Like  him  God  loved,  the    sweet-tongued 
Psalmist, 
Who  found  in  harp  and  holy  lay 

The  charm  that  keeps  the  spirit  calmest: 
For  sadly  here 
I  need  the  cheer, 
While  sinful  fear  with  promise  blendeth ; 
Oh,  how  I  long 
To  join  the  throng 
Who  sing  the  song  that  never  endeth ! 


232 


P.  VL.—AUuwdL* 

THE   SHUXAMITE'S   SOX. — W.  H. 


THE  child!  the  child!  the  kind  old  prophet 
said, 
Is  it  well  ?  is  it  well  ? 
Doth  it  still  live  ?    or  is  the  sweet  one  dead  ? 
Is  it  well?  is  it  well? 
I  fear  me  by  that  altered  mien, 
It  is  no  more  as  it  hath  been — 
No  more  among  the  living  seen: 
Is  it  well  ?  is  it  well  ? 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  17. 


238  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  'Tis  well,  'tis  well,  the  mother  weeping  said, 

It  is  well,  it  is  well ; 
So  must  it  be,  to  heaven  its  soul  has  fled, 

It  is  well,  it  is  well : 
But  ah  !  my  heart  is  rent  in  twain, 
What  joys  to  me  on  earth  remain, 
Since  death  my  dearest  joy  hath  slain  i 

It  is  well,  it  is  well. 

3  But  from  the  dead  that  mother  grasped  htt 

son, 
He  arose,  he  arose  ; 
Sprung  forth  to  life,  that  cherished,  lovely 
one, 
He  arose,  he  arose : 
And  so  shall  rise  each  infant  dear, 
That  parents  fondly  cherish  here ; 
Before  the  Lord  shall  they  appear — 
All  shall  rise,  all  shall  rise. 

4  What  though  the  dust  awhile  to  dust  return. 

It  is  well,  it  is  well : 
It  is  not  meet  that  we  should  sadly  mourn, 

It  is  well,  it  is  well : 
The  happy  spirit,  robed  in  white, 
To  climes  of  glory  wings  its  flight, 
And  there,  before  the  throne  of  light, 

It  is  well,  it  is  well. 


233 


8  lines  8s  and  7s. — Absence, 

GLOOM  OF  AUTUMN. 


HAIL!  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow, 
Learn  with  me  your  certain  doom  : 
Learn  with  me  your  fate  to-morrow ; 
Dead,  perhaps  laid  in  the  tomb. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  239 

See  all  nature  fading,  dying, 

Silent  all  things  seem  to  mourn, 

Life  from  vegetation  flying, 

Calls  to  mind  the  mouldering  urn. 

3  Lo  !  in  yonder  forest  standing, 

Lofty  cedars,  how  they  nod  ! 
SceDes  of  nature,  how  surprising! 

Read  in  nature  nature's  God: 
While  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping 

Leaves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees, 
So  our  friends  are  yearly  dropping, 

We  are  like  to  one  of  these. 

3  Hollow  winds  about  me  roaring, 

Noisy  waters  round  me  rise, 
While  I  sit  my  fate  deploring, 

Tears  fast  streaming  from  my  eyes  : 
What  to  me  is  autumn's  treasure. 

Since  I  know  no  earthly  joy; 
Long  I've  lost  all  youthful  pleasure, 

Time  will  health  and  youth  destroy. 

4  Former  friends,  how  oft  I've  sought  them 

Just  to  cheer  a  troubled  mind, 
Now  they're  gone,  like  leaves  of  autumn, 

Driven  before  the  dreary  wind : 
When  a  few  more  days  are  wasted, 

And  a  few  more  scenes  are  o'er, 
When  a  few  more  griefs  I've  tasted, 

I  shall  fall  to  rise  no  more. 

6  Fast  my  sun  of  life  's  declining, 
Soon  'twill  set  in  endless  night, 
But  my  hopes,  pure  and  reviving 
Rise  to  fairer  worlds  of  light. 


240  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Cease  this  trembling,  mourning,  sighing, 
Death  shall  burst  this  sullen  gloom, 

Then,  my  spirit,  fluttering,  flyingv 
Shall  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 


234 


C.  M. 

THE   MINISTRY  OF  ANGELS. — C.  WESLEY. 


'\TTHICH  of  the  petty  kings  of  earth 

**     Can  boast  a  guard  like  ours, 
Encircled  from  our  second  birth 
With  all  the  heavenly  powers  ? 

2  Myriads  of  bright  cherubic  bands, 

Sent  by  the  King  of  kings, 
Rejoice  to  bear  us  in  their  hands, 
And  shade  us  with  their  wings. 

3  With  them  we  march  securely  on, 

Throughout  Immanuel's  ground; 
And  not  an  uncommissioned  stone, 
Our  guarded  feet  shall  wound. 

4  No  enemy  our  souls  ensnare, 

No  casual  evil  grieve, 
Nor  can  we  lose  a  single  hair 
Without  our  Father's  leave. 

5  Angels,  where'er  we  go,  attend 

Our  steps,  whate'er  betide  ; 
With  watchful  care  their  charge  defend 
And  evil  turn  aside. 

6  A  sudden  thought  t'  escape  the  blow, 

A  ready  help  we  find ; 
And  to  their  secret  presence  owe 
The  presence  of  our  mind. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  241 

7  Their  instrumental  aid  unknown, 

They  day  and  night  supply  ; 
And  free  from  fear  we  lay  us  dowru, 
Though  Satan's  host  be  nigh. 

8  Our  lives  the  holy  angels  keep 

From  every  hostile  power  ; 
And  unconcerned  we  sweetly  sleep 
As  Adam  in  his  bower. 

9  Jehovah's  charioteers  around, 

The  ministerial  choir, 
Encamp  where'er  his  heirs  are  found, 
And  form  our  wall  of  fire. 

10  Ten  thousand  offices  unseen, 

For  us  they  gladly  do, 
Deliver  in  the  furnace  keen, 
And  safe  escort  us  through. 

11  But  thronging  round  with  busiest  love 

They  guard  the  dying  breast, 
The  lurking  fiend  far  off  remove, 
And  sing  our  souls  to  rest. 

12  And  when  our  spirits  we  resign, 

On  outstretched  wines  they  bear, 
And  lodge  us  in  the  arms  divine, 
And  leave  us  ever  there. 

OOX  CM. 

hd*J%J  the   HOSTS   OF   GOD.— VT.  E. 

^THE  hosts  of  God  !   the  unseen  hosts, 
■*■    Thousands  of  thousands  strong, 
Keep  nightly  vigils  o'er  our  coasts, 
And  daily  round  us  throng. 

2  Oh,  might  we,  blind-born,  ope  our  eyes 
Their  cohorts  to  survey, 
18 


1 


242  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Marching  refulgent  down  the  skies, 
Or  wending  hence  their  way  ! 
8  Or  o'er  the  vales  of  this  terrene,, 
Or  o'er  the  hills  afar, 
Oh,  might  their  glittering  arms  be  seen, 
Eager  for  holy  war  ! 
4  Circling  the  New  Jerusalem, 
The  churches  of  the  Lord, 
They  stand  a  wall  of  living  flame, 
And  flash  their  fiery  sword. 
6  Bowing  alone  to  God's  command, 
Before  his  face  they  fall ; 
Or  dart,  like  lightnings  from  his  hand, 
Over  this  earthly  ball. 

6  All  shapes  ethereal  they  assume, 

All  offices  perform — 
Now  tinge  the  vernal  floweret's  bloom, 
Now  rule  the  howling  storm. 

7  The  playmates  of  our  childish  days, 

Our  youth  their  care  prolongs  ; 
They  wipe  the  sweat  from  manhood's  face, 
And  cheer  our  age  with  songs. 

8  They  woo  us  from  our  toilings  here ; 

They  softly  touch  their  strings  ; 
Then  bear  us  to  their  own  bright  sphere, 
Upon  their  snow-white  wings. 

Qnp  Precious  Bible. 

^OO  WONDER,  LOVE,  AND  PRAISE. 

LET  us  love,  and  sing,  and  wondeb, 
Let  us  praise  the  Saviour's  name  ; 
He  has  hushed  the  law's  loud  thunder, 

He  has  quenched  Mount  Sinai's  flam8, 
He  has  washed  us  with  his  blood, 
He  has  brought  us  nigh  to  God. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  243 

f   Let  us  love  the  Lord  who  bought  us, 

Pitied  us  when  enemies  ; 
Called  us  by  his  grace,  and  taught  us, 

Gave  us  ears,  and  gave  us  eyes 
He  has  washed  us  with  his  blood, 
He  presents  our  souls  to  God. 

3  Let  us  sing,  though  fierce  temptation 

Threaten  hard  to  bear  us  down. 
For  the  Lord,  our  strong  salvation, 

Holds  in  view  the  conqueror's  crown: 
He  who  washed  us  with  his  blood, 
Soon  will  bring  us  home  to  God. 

4  Let  us  wonder:   grace  and  justice 

Join,  and  point  to  mercy's  store : 
Christ  hath  died,  (in  him  our  trust  is  :) 

Justice  smiles,  and  asks  no  more  : 
He  who  washed  us  with  his  blood, 
Hath  secured  our  way  to  God. 

5  Let  us  praise,  and  join  the  chorus 

Of  the  saints  enthroned  on  high ; 
Here  they  trusted  him  before  us, 

Now  their  praises  fill  the  sky : 
"Thou  hast  washed  us  with  thy  blood; 
Thou  art  worthy,  Lamb  of  God." 

%  Hark!  the  name  of  Jesus  sounded, 
Loud  from  golden  harps  above  : 
Lord,  we  blush,  and  are  confounded, 

Faint  our  praises,  cold  our  love  : 
"Wash  our  souls  and  songs  with  blood, 
For  by  thee  we  come  to  God. 


244  MISCELLANEOUS. 


237 


2  8s, 3  7s, and  1  4. — Pilgrim's  Prayer** 

THE  JUDGMENT. 


T^AY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  I 
-*-'  Hark!  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  ten  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round ! 
How  the  summons 

Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound  I 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  cry,  "  This  God  is  mine." 

Gracious  Saviour ! 
Own  me  on  that  day  for  thine. 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Horrors,  past  imagination, 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 
"Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart  1 

Thou  with  Satan 
And  his  angels  have  thy  part  I" 

5  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Loved  and  served  their  Lord  below* 
He  will  say,  "  Come  in,  ye  blessed, 
ee  the  kingdom  I  bestow : 
You  forever 
Shall  my  love  in  glory  know." 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  153. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  245 

8  Under  sorrows  and  reproaches, 

Let  this  thought  our  courage  raise? 
Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 
Sighs  shall  then  be  turned  to  praise : 

May  we  triumph 
When  this  world,  is  in  a  blaze. 


238 


8  lines  Ss. — Loudon. 


/^UR  gracious  Redeemer  we  love, 
"  His  praises  aloud  we  proclaim ; 
And  join  with  the  armies  above, 

To  shout  his  adorable  name. 
To  gaze  on  thy  glories  divine, 

Be,  Lord,  our  eternal  employ ; 
To  feel  them  incessantly  shine, 

Our  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  didst  redeem  with  thy  blood 

Our  souls  from  the  confines  of  hell ; 
And  back  thou  hast  brought  us  to  God, 

That  we  in  his  presence  might  dwell: 
To  shine  with  the  angels  of  light, 

With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing, 
To  view,  with  eternal  delight, 

Our  Jesus,  our  Saviour,  our  King. 

8  In  Meshech,  as  jet,  we  reside  ; 

A  darksome  and  restless  abode ; 
Molested  by  foes  on  each  side, 

And  absent  awhile  from  our  God; 
But  soon  thou  wilt  bid  us  ascend, 

To  join  in  thy  praises  above  ; 
To  gaze  on  thee,  world  without  end, 

Without  interruption  to  love 


246  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  No  sorrow,  nor  sickness,  nor  pain, 

Nor  sin,  nor  temptation,  nor  fear 
Shall  ever  molest  us  again ; 

Perfection  of  glory  reigns  there. 
Acknowledged  for  ever  as  thine, 

To  prove  his  unsearchable  grace, 
Our  souls  and  our  bodies  shall  shine, 

In  robes  of  salvation  and  praise. 

239  The  Trumpet. 

fPHE  chariot !  the  chariot !  its  wheels  ruli 

■*■         in  fire, 

As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his 

ire; 
Lo !  self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of 

cloud, 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  Godhead 

are  bowed. 

2  The  glory !    the  glory !    around  him    are 

poured 

Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels,  that  wait  on  the 
Lord ; 

And  the  glorified  saints,  and  the  martyrs  are 
there, 

And  there  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of  vic- 
tory wear ! 

3  The  trumpet!  the  trumpet!  the  dead  hay« 

all  heard  : 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-covered  charneJ 

are  stirred ! 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south, 

from  the  north, 
All  the  vast  generations  of  men  are  come 

forth ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  247 

4     !he  judgment !  the  judgment !  the  thrones 

are  all  set, 
Where    the   Lamb   and    the   white-vestured 

elders  are  met ! 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the 

Lord, 
And    the   doom   of   eternity   hangs    on    his 

word. 

6  Oh,  mercy!    oh,  mercy!    look  down  from 

above ! 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with 

love ! 
When  beneath,  to  their  darkness,  the  wicked 

are  driven, 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in 

heaven ! 


240 


C.  M. — Longing  for  home 

yo    TEAKS   IN*    HEAVZX. 


X¥7~HAT  if  our  bark,  o'er  life's  rough  wave^ 

'  *     By  adverse  winds  be  driven, 
And  howling  tempests  around  us  rave — 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

2  What,  though  affliction  be  our  lot, 
Our  heart  with  anguish  riven, 

Still,  let  it  never  be  forgot — 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

3  Our  sweetest  joys  here  banish  all, 
And  fade  like  hues  at  even ; 

Our  brightest  hopes  like  meteors  fall- 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven 


248  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  The  mourner  sad,  who,  drowned  in  grief 
Hath  long  in  sorrow  striven. 

Shall  find,  at  last,  a  sweet  relief — 
Tears  wiped  away  in  heaven. 

5  Thou,  God.  our  joy  and  rest  shall  be, 
And  sorrow  far  be  driven ; 

And  sin  and  death  forever  fiee — 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

C   There,  from  the  blooming  tree  of  life 

The  healing  fruit  is  given  : 
There,  there  shall  cease  the  painful  strife — 

There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 


241 


The  Light-house* 


rrHE  scene  was   more  beautiful  far  to  the 
-*-        eye 

Than  if  day  in  its  pride  had  arrayed  H  : 
The  land-breeze  blew  mild,  and  the   azure, 
arched  sky 

Looked  pure  as  the  Spirit  that  made  it. 
The  murmur  rose  soft,  as  I  silently  gazed 

On  the  shadowy  wave's  playful  moti-:  n  : 
From  the  dim  distant  isle  v.  here  the  light- 
house fire  blazed. 

Like  a  star  in  the  miast  of  the  ocean. 

2  No    longer    the    joj    of    the    n 
breast. 
TVas  heard   in   his  wildly-breathed    num- 
bers; 
TLe  sea-bird  had  I  her  wave-guarded 

nest. 
And  the  fisherman  bti  era; 


*  Minstrel  of  Eon,  ; 


I 


MISCELLANEOUS.  249 

One  moment  I  gazed  from  the  hill's  gentle 
slope, 
All  hushed  was  the  billows'  commotion — 
And  I  thought  that   the   light-house   looked 
lovely  as  Hope, 
That  star  o'er  life's  tremulous  ocean. 

8  The  time  is  long  past,  and  the  scene  is 
afar, 

Yet  when  my  head  rests  on  its  pillow, 
Will  memory,  sometimes,  rekindle  the  star 

That  blazed  on  the  breast  of  the  billow. 
In  life's   closing  hour — when  the  trembling 
soul  flies, 

And  dea;b  stills  the  heart's  last  emotion,— 
Oh !  then,  may  the  Seraph  of  Mercy  arise, 

Like  a  star,  o'er  eternity's  ocean. 

O  A  O       ^  lines  7s. — Compulsion.* 

+-A  —  DAYS   OF   GRACE. 

TTASTE,  again,  ye  days  of  grace, 
■*-*■  When,  assembled  in  one  place, 
Signs  and  wonders  marked  the  hour ! 
Al1  were  filled  and  spoke  with  power ; 
Hands  uplifted,  eyes  o'erflowed, 
Hearts  enlarged,  and  self  destroyed ! 
All  things  common,  now  we'll  prove 
All  our  common  stock  be  love. 

2  Jesus  now  his  work  revives, 
Now  his  quick'ning  Spirit  strives, 
Oh,  let  preachers,  people,  all 
Lister  to  the  glorious  call, 
Join  the  simple,  lively  throng, 
Catch  the  fire,  and  swell  the  song  • 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  161. 


250  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Heart  in  heart,  and  hand  in  hand, 
Spread  the  life  through  all  the  land. 

3  Oh,  that  each  may  now  prevail! 
Act  the  faith  that  cannot  fail ; 
Rise,  and  pull  the  blessing  down, 
Seize  the  kingdom  for  his  own ; 
Fire  our  hearts  with  holy  zeal; 
Glowing  still  for  Zion's  weal ; 
Heaven  open — blessings  pour — 
Spirit  work  this  present  hour  ! 

4  Lo  !  the  knife  we  boldly  take, 
Bind  our  Isaacs  to  the  stake  ; 
Freely  part  with  all  for  thee ; 
"Welcome,  King  of  liberty ! 
Now  we  die  to  self  and  sin, 
Nothing  feel  but  love  within, 
May  this  faith  in  words  abound, 
Shine  and  burn  to  all  around. 

5  Pilgrims  !  soon  the  journey 's  done ; 
"Warriors  !   soon  the  battle  's  won  ; 
"Where  your  doubts,  your  cares,  your  fears  ! 
See  !  the  glittering  crown  appears  ! 
Hark!  the  angels  shouting  cry, 

"  "Welcome  !  welcome  to  the  sky  !" 
Jesus  calls,  and  calls  for  thee ; 
"Faithful  servant,  come  to  me." 


243 


2  8s,  3  7s,  and  1  4. — Calvary, 

FINISHED   SALVATION. 


TTAEK !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
■""-  Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ! 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 
Shakes  the  earth  and  veils  the  sky! 


MISCELLANLO  D  S.  251 

"  It  is  finished!" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  "  It  is  finished" — oh,  what  pleasure 
Do  these  charming  words  afford  : 
Heavenly  blessings  without  measure 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord  : 

"  It  is  finished," 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

8  Finished  all  the  types  and  shadows 
Of  the  ceremonial  law  ! 
Finished  all  that  God  hath  promised; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe  : 

"  It  is  finished" — 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comfort  draw 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs ; 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme; 
All  in  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name. 

Hallelujah! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

q  a    a  C.  M. — Funeral. 

Lm~JL~AL  AWFUL  subjects. 

ATY  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll, 
^-'-*-  Damnation  and  the  dead ; 
What  horrors  seize  the  guilty  soul, 

Upon  a  dying  bed. 
Lingering  about  these  mortal  shores, 

She  makes  a  long  delay ; 
Till,  like  a  flood,  with  rapid  force, 

Death  sweeps  the  wretch  away. 

2  Then  swift  and  dreadful  she  descends 
Down  to  the  fiery  coast, 


252  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Among  abominable  fie 

Herself  a  frighted  g. 
There  endless  crowds  of  sinners  lie, 

And  larknetM  makes  their  chains; 
Tortured  with  keen  despair,  they  cry, 

Ye:  wait  for  fiercer  [ 

8  Not  all  their  anguish  and  their  blood, 

For  their  own  giii 
Nor  the  : 

Shall  hearken  to  the.     . 
Am u  kept  my  bi 

>~:r  bid  mj  boo!  rem 
Till  I  had  learned  my 

And  well  :. 


2± 


8  lines  8s. — Ma  ' 

o 


r::i  ::.z  -.  :hi:.'e  azizt. 
\  DJJSU,  my  dear  brethren,  adieu  ; 
■J^-  Reluctant  I  give 
No  mere  to  assemble  with 

Till  we  on  Mount  Z:  :.nd. 

My  hear:  -  th  tender  regret, 

T:  Leave  joux  embraces  m  soon, 
Though  Heaven  my  c  :  I  iirect, 

And  others  succeed  in  my  room. 

2  Your  acts  of  benevolence  | 
Your  gentle 

Henceforth  in  my  memory  shall  last) 
Though  far  from  your  sight  I  remove 

While  rovii  _ 

"When  through  foreign  regi:ns  I  steer. 

Still  frirniship,  inspiring  my  breast, 
Shall  then  drop  her  own  native  tear. 

1 .  132. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  253 

8  Our  labors  "will  shortly  subside. 

Our  vigor  and  life  must  decay, 
But  wisdom  and  truth  shall  abide, 

To  pilot  our  souls  on  the  way. 
As  time  rolls  his  seasons  around, 

And  truth  shall  new  teachers  inspire, 
Oh.  may  we  in  love  still  abound, 

And  after  new  conquests  aspire. 

4  Our  seasons  of  converse  are  o'er, 

Till  mortal  commotions  are  past, 
Till  nature  and  time  are  no  more, 

Or  we  are  in  Paradise  blest. 
Sweet  comforting  Spirit,  draw  near, 

And  shed  forth  thy  luminous  rays, 
My  parting  reflections  to  cheer, 

And  change  lamentations  to  praise. 

5  Oh,  may  we  conform  to  his  will, 

Aspiring  for  glory  and  peace, 
Our  covenant  vows  to  fulfil, 

Till  Jesus  shall  sign  our  release ; 
Till  suddenly  wafted  above, 

Where  saints  in  sweet  harmony  meet, 
To  feel  all  the  pleasures  of  love, 

And  each  happy  conqueror  greet. 

q  j/j     6  lines  7s. — Faithful  Soldiers.* 

wtt.U  '-'SAFELr  THROUGH   ANOTHER  WEEK." 

C  AFELY  through  another  week, 
^  God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best ; 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  36. 


254  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  great  Redeemer's  name; 
Show  thy  reconciling  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame : 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee ! 

3  Here  we  come,  thy  name  to  praise; 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near  ; 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear ! 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste, 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 


247 


6  lines  7s. — Parting  Friend. 


TF  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  w«here 
-*-   Christians  meet  for  social  prayer ; 
If  'tis  sweet  with  them  to  raise 
Songs  of  holy  joy  and  praise — 
Passing  sweet  that  state  must  be, 
WThere  they  meet  eternally. 

Saviour,  may  these  meetings  prove 
Antepasts  to  that  above ; 
While  we  worship  in  this  place, 
May  we  go  from  grace  to  grace, 

Till  we  each,  in  his  degree, 

Fit  for  endless  glory  be. 


248 


<s. 

PENITENT   THEE? 


"TT^HEN  our  Lord  was  crucified, 
*  '     Two  transgressors  with  him  died, 
One,  with  vile,  blaspheming  tongue, 
Scoffed  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  255 

2  Thus  lie  spent  his  wicked  breath, 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death, 
Perished — as  too  many  do — 
With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 

8  But  the  other,  moved  by  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case, 
And,  by  faith,  embraced  his  Lord, 
Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorred. 

4  "Lord,"  he  prays,  "remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be." 
"Soon  with  me,"  the  Lord  replies, 
"  Thou  shalt  be  in  Paradise." 

6  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed, 
Grace,  bestowed  in  time  of  need; 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name, 
You  will  find  him  still  the  same. 

6  Oh  !  beware  of  unbelief, 

Think  upon  the  hardened  thief; 
If  the  gospel  you  disdain, 
Christ  for  you  hath  died  in  vain. 


249 


judgment:  hymn. 


OH,  there  will   be   mourning,    mourning, 
mourning,  mourning, 
Oh,  there  will  be  mourning,  at  the  judgment 
seat  of  Christ  : 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 


256  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Oh,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 
Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 
Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

3  Oh,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part, 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part, 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part, 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

4  Oh,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Friends  and  neighbours  there  will  part, 
Friends  and  neighbours  there  will  part, 
Friends  and  neighbours  there  will  part, 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

5  Oh,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Pastors  and  people  there  will  part, 
Pastors  and  people  there  will  part, 
Pastors  and  people  there  will  part, 
Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 

6  Oh,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet, 
Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet^ 
Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet, 
Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 

7  Oh,  there  will  be  shouting,  &c. 

Saints  ana  angels  there  will  meet, 
Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet, 
Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet, 
Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  257 


250 


L.  M.— Star  of  Bethlehem. 

THE   RANSOMED   SPIRIT. 


THE  ransomed  spirit  to  her  home, 
The  clime  of  cloudless  beauty,  flies ; 
No  more  on  stormy  seas  to  roam, 

She  hails  her  haven  in  the  skies : 
But  cheerless  are  those  heavenly  fields, 
That  cloudless  clime  no  pleasure  yields, 
There  is  no  bliss  in  bowers  above, 
If  thou  art  absent,  holy  love ! 

2  The  cherub  near  the  viewless  throne, 

Hath   smote   the  harp   with  trembling 
hand  ; 
And  one  with  incense-fire  hath  flown. 

To  touch  with  flame  the  angel  band  ; 
But  tuneless  is  the  quivering  string, 
No  melody  can  Gabriel  bring, 
Mute  are  its  arches,  when  above 
The  harps  of  heaven  wake  not  to  love. 

5  Earth,  sea,  and  sky  one  language  speak, 
In  harmony  that  soothes  the  soul; 
'Tis  heard  when  scarce  the  zephyrs  wake, 

And  when  on  thunders,  thunders  roll: 
That  voice  is  heard,  and  tumults  cease, 
It  whispers  to  the  bosom  peace  ; 
Speak  thou  inspirer,  from  above, 
Aid  cheer  our  hearts,  celestial  love  ! 


251 


Tune — Our  bondage  here  will  end, 

WHAT  wondrous  love  is  this,  oh  my  souh 
oh  my  soul ! 
What  wondrous  love  is  this,  oh  my  soul ' 

17 


258  MISCELLANEOUS. 

What  wondrous  love  is  this,  that  caused  th* 

Lord  of  bliss 
To  send  this  precious  peace  to  my  soul,  to  my 

soul, 
To  send  this  precious  peace  to  my  soul. 

2  "When  I  was  sinking  down,  &c. 
"When  I  was  sinking  down,  &c. 

When   I   was   sinking    down   beneath  God'f 

righteous  frown, 
Christ  laid  aside  his  crown  for  my  soul,  for 

my  soul, 
Christ  laid  aside  his  crown,  &c. 

3  Ye  winged  seraphs  fly,  bear  the  news,  bear 

the  news, 
Ye  winged  seraphs,  fly,  &c. 
Ye  winged  seraphs,  fly,  like  comets  through 

the  sky ; 
Fill  vast  eternity  with  the  news,  &c. 
Fill  vast  eternity,  &c. 

4  Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  join  his  praise, 

&c. 
Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  &c. 
Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  with  hearts  and 

voices  sing, 
And  strike  each  tuneful  string  in  his  praise, 
And  strike  each  tuneful,  &c. 

5  To  God  and  to  the  Lamb  I  will  sing,  &c 
To  God  and  to  the  Lamb  I  will  sing,  &c. 
To  God  and  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

To  God   and  to  the  Lamb,  who  is  the  great 

I  AM! 
While  millions  join  the  theme,  I  will  sing,  &0. 
While  millions  join  the  theme,  &c. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  259 

6  And  when  from  death  I'm  free,  I'll  sing 

on,  &c. 
And  when  from  death,  fee. 
And  when  from  death  I'm  free,  I'll  sing  and 

joyful  be, 
And  through  eternity  I'll  sing  on,  &0. 
And  through  eternity,  &c. 

252  ii, 

rpHOU  art  gone  to  the  grave — but  we  will 
■*■  not  deplore  thee  ; 

Though  sorrow  and  darkness  encompass 
the  tomb, 
The  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portals 
before  thee, 
And  the  lamp   of   his   love  is   thy  guide 
through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — we  no  longer 
behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  path  of  the  world  by 
thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to 
infold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  sinless 
has  died. 

S  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  and  its  man- 
sion forsaken, 
Perhaps  thy  tried  spirit  in  doubt  lingered 
long; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright 
on  thy  waking, 
And  the  song  which  thou  heard'st  was  the 
seraphim's  song. 


260  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — but  'twero 
wrong  to  deplore  thee, 
When  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian, 
thy  guide ; 
He  gave  thee,  and  took  thee,  and  soon  will 
restore  thee, 
Where  death  hath  no  sting,  since  the  Sa- 
viour hath  died. 


253 


C.  M. 

MARRIAGE   HTiT>\ 


CIXCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
^   To  grace  a  marriage  feast; 
Dear  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here, 
To  make  a  wedding-guest. 

2  Upon  this  bridal  pair  look  down, 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands ; 

Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 

And  bless  their  nuptial  bands. 

3  With  gifts  of  grace  their  hearts  endow, 

Of  all  rich  dowries  best; 
Their  substance  bless,  and  peace  bestow, 
To  sweeten  all  the  rest. 

4  In  purest  love  their  souls  unite, 

That  they,  with  Christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 
By  taking  mutual  share. 

6  And  when  that  solemn  hour  shall  come, 
And  life's  short  space  be  o'er; 
May  they  in  triumph  reach  that  home, 
Where  they  shall  part  no  more. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  281 


254 


BE   KIND. — MARGARET   COURTNEY. 


T3E  kind  to  thy  father — for  when  thou  wer't 
■*-*        young, 

Who  loved  thee  so  fondly  as  he  ? 
He  caught  the  first  accents  that  fell  from  thy 
tongue, 

And  joined  in  thine  innocent  glee. 
Be  kind  to  thy  father — for  now  he  is  old, 

His  locks  intermingled  with  gray, 
His  footsteps  are  feeble,  once  fearless  and 
bold, 

Thy  father  is  passing  away. 

2  Be  kind  to  thy  mother — for  lo !    on  her 

brow 
May  traces  of  sorrow  be  seen  ; 
Oh,  well  may'st   thou  cherish  and  comfort 
her  now ; 
For  loving  and  kind  hath  she  been. 
Remember   thy  mother — for   thee  will   she 
pray, 
As  long  as  God  giveth  her  breath — 
With   accents  of  kindness,   then,  cheer  her 
lone  way. 
E'en  to  the  dark  valley  of  death. 

3  Be  kind  to  thy  brother — his    heart  will 

have  dearth, 
If  the  smile  of  thy  joy  be  withdrawn; 
The  flowers   of   feeling  will   fade    at   their 

birth, 
If  the  dew  of  affection  be  gone. 


262  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Be  kind  to  thy  brother — wherever  you  are, 

The  love  of  a  brother  shall  be 
An  ornament  purer  and  richer  by  far, 

Than  pearls  from  the  depth  of  the  sea. 

4  Be   kind   to   thy   sister — not   many   may 
know 
The  depth  of  true  sisterly  love, 
The  wealth  of  the  ocean  lies  fathoms  below 

The  surface  that  sparkles  above. 
Thy  kindness  shall  bring  to  thee  many  sweet 
hours, 
And  blessings  thy  pathway  to  crown, 
Affection  shall  weave  thee  a  garland  of  flow^ 
ers, 
More  precious  than  wealth  or  renown. 


255 


I'M  tired  with  visits,  modes,  and  forms, 
And  flatteries  paid  to  fellow-worms; 
Their  conversation  cloys : 
Their  vain  amours  are  empty  stuff: 
But  I  can  ne'er  enjoy  enough 
Of  thy  blest  company,  my  Lord,  thou  life  of 
all  my  joys. 

2  When  he  begins  to  tell  his  love, 
Through  every  vein  my  passions  move, 

The  captives  of  his  tongue: 
In  midnight  shades,  on  frosty  ground, 
I  could  attend  the  pleasing  sound, 
Nor  should  I  feel  December's  cold,  nor  think 
the  darkness  long. 

3  There,  while  I  hear  my  Saviour  God 
Count  o'er  the  sins  (a  heavy  load) 


MISCELLANEOUS.  263 

He  bore  upon  the  tree, 
Inward  I  blush  with  secret  shame; 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  bless  the  name, 
That  knew  no  guilt  nor  grief  his  own,  but 
bare  it  all  for  me. 

4  Next  he  describes  the  thorns  he  wore, 
And  talks  his  bloody  passion  o'er, 

Till  I  am  drowned  in  tears: 
Yet  with  the  sympathetic  smart, 
There  's  a  strange  joy  beats  round  my  heart, 
The  cursed  tree  has  blessings  in 't,  my  sweet- 
est balm  it  bears. 

5  I  hear  the  glorious  Sufferer  tell 
How  on  the  cross  he  vanquished  hell, 

And  all  the  powers  beneath : 
Transported  and  inspired,  my  tongue 
Attempts  his  triumphs  in  a  song : 
How   has   the   serpent   lost   his    sting,    and 
where's  thy  victory,  death? 

6  But  when  he  shows  his  hands  and  heart, 
With  those  dear  prints  of  dying  smart, 

He  sets  my  soul  on  fire : 
Not  the  beloved  John  could  rest 
With  more  delight  upon  that  breast, 
Nor    Thomas   pry  into    those  wounds   witb 
more  intense  desire. 

7  Kindly  he  opes  to  me  his  ear, 
And  bids  me  pour  my  sorrows  there, 

And  tell  him  all  my  pains : 
Thus  while  I  ease  my  burthened  heart, 
In  every  wo  he  bears  a  part, 
His   arms    embrace   me,  and   his   hand  mj 
drooping  head  sustains. 


264  MISCELLANEOUS. 


256 


8  lines  8s  and  7s. 


TESUS  to  every  willing  mind 
^  Opens  a  heavenly  treasure; 
In  him  the  sons  of  sorrow  find 

Sources  of  real  pleasure  ; 
See  what  employments  men  pursue ; 
Then  you  will  own  my  words  are  true, 
Jesus  alone  unfolds  to  view 

Sources  of  real  pleasure. 

2  Poor  are  the  joy3  that  fools  esteem, 

Fading  and  transitory ; 
Mirth  is  as  fleeting  as  a  dream, 

Or  a  delusive  story : 
Luxury  leaves  a  sting  behind, 
Wounding  the  body  and  the  mind  ; 
Only  in  Jesus  can  we  find 

Pleasure  and  solid  glory. 

3  Learning,  that  boasting,  glittering  thing, 

Scarcely  is  worth  possessing : 
Kiches,  forever  on  the  wing, 

Scarce  can  be  called  a  blessing: 
Fame,  like  a  shadow,  flies  away, 
Titles  and  dignities  decay, 
Nought  but  religion  can  display 

Joys  that  are  free  from  trouble. 

4  Beauty,  with  all  its  gaudy  shows, 

Is  but  a  painted  bubble ; 
Short  are  the  triumphs  wit  bestows, 

Full  of  deceit  and  trouble  ; 
Sensual  pleasures  swell  desire, 
Just  as  the  fuel  feeds  the  fire : 
Religion  can  real  bliss  inspire, 

Bliss  that  is  worth  possessing. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  265 

257  s-M- 

THE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied ; 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  Hows. 

3  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I?m  free  from  every  fear; 
Though   I   should  walk  through   death'! 
dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

4  In  spite  of  all  my  foes, 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread  ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

5  The  bounties  of  thy  love, 

Shall  crown  my  following  days : 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

^OO   ^  lines  8s  and  7s. — Interrogation.* 

/^LORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
"    Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 
He  whose  words  cannot  be  broken, 
Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode : 


*  Wastrel  of  Zion.  p.  40. 


266  MISCELLANEOUS. 

On  the  rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose? 

"With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  may's!  smile  at  all  thy  foes 

2  See !  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ; 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age  ? 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear ! 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Shoeing  that  the  Lord  is  near; 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day ; 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

4  Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Washed  in  the  Redeemer's  blood! 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God: 
'Tis  his  love  his  people  raises 

Over  self  to  reign  as  kings ; 
And  as  priests,  his  solemn  praises, 

Each  for  a  thank-offering  brings 

5  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I,  through  grace,  a  member  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 
I  will  glory  in  thy  name : 


MISCELLANEOUS.  267 

Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 
All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show  ; 

Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 
None  but  Zion's  children  know. 


259 


C.  M. 


T)Y  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 

■*-*  How  sweet  the  lily  grows  ! 

How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill 

Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 
And  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod, 
Whose  secret  heart  with  influence  sweet, 

Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  : 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 

Must  shortly  fade  away ; 
And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
May  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 

And  stormy  passions  rage. 

C  thou,  whose  infancy  was  found 

With  heavenly  rays  to  shine, 
Whose    years,    with    changeless    virtue 
crowned, 

Were  all  alike  divine  : 
Dependent  on  thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone ; 
In  childhood,  manhood,  and  in  death, 

To  keep  us  still  thy  own. 


268  MISCELLANEOUS. 


260 


L.  Bt 


fFHE  Lord  shall  come !  the  earth  shall  quake, 
■*■    The  mountains  to  their  center  shake; 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  shall  pale  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  shall  come !  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowliness  he  came; 

A  silent  Lamb  before  his  foes, 
A  weary  man,  and  full  of  woes. 

3  The  Lord  shall  come  !    a  dreadful  form, 
With  rainbow-wreath,  and  robes  of  storm ; 
On  cherub-wings,  and  wings  of  wind  ; 
Appointed  Judge  of  all  mankind. 

I  Can  this  be  He,  who  went  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 
Oppressed  by  power  and  mocked  by  pride, 
The  Nazarene — the  crucified  ? 

5  "While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 

II  Rocks,  hide  us  ;  mountains,  on  us  fall  I" 
The  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  joyful  sing,  "  The  Lord  is  come !" 


261 


12s,  8s. 


"The  harvest  is  parsed,  the  summer  is  ended,  and  w% 
are  not  saved." — Jer.  yiii.  20. 

WHE5  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the  sum- 
mer is  gone, 
And  sermons  and  prayers  shall  be  o'er, 
When  the  beams  cease  to  break  of  the  sweet 
Sabbath  morn, 
And  Jesus  invites  thee  no  more ; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  269 

When  the  rich  gales  of  mercy  no  longer  shall 
blow, 
The  gospel  no  message  declare, 
Sinner,  how  canst  thou  bear  the  deep  wail- 
ings  of  wo  ! 
How  suffer  the  night  of  despair! 

2  When  the  holy  have  gone  to  the  regions  o 
peace 
To  dwell  in  the  mansions  above, 
When  their  harmony  wakes  in  the  fulness  of 
bliss, 
Their  song  to  the  Saviour  they  love  ; 
Say,  0  sinner,  that  livest  at  rest  and  secure 

Who  fearest  no  trouble  to  come, 
Can  thy  spirit  the   swellings   of  sorrow  en 
dure, 
Or  bear  the  impenitent's  doom! 


262 


^FEX  thousand  times  the  sound  u  Prepart?* 
-*-    Struck  on  the  sinner's  heart  of  steel ; 
And  starting  from  the  world  of  care, 

He  strove  his  sorrow  to  conceal ; 
He  rushed  amid  the  glittering  throng, 

Where  giddy  hearts  for  pleasure  met, 
The  warning  came  mid  wine  and  song — 

Mid  wine  and  song  he  sighed,  "Not  yet.'1 

2  Among  the  multitudes  he  bowed, 
Eager  in  search  of  wealth  and  fame  ; 

Wealth  soon  was  his — the  waiting  crowd 
Gave  willing  honors  to  his  name : 


270  AasoELtiAirBotm. 

One  thought  of  Heaven's  broken  laws 
Made  him  his  years  of  sin  regret ; 

He  hurried  from  the  world's  applause, 
And  told  his  God,  "Not  yet,  not  yet." 

3  Blanched  by  disease,  the  smitten  lay, 

A  -inner  on  his  couch  of  pain ; 
And  wealth  and  fame,  oh  what  are  they, 

His  wasted  moments  to  regain? 
Death's  messenger  was  at  his  side, 

His  seal  upon  his  heart  was  set ; 
14  Too  late,  alas  !  too  late  !"  he  cried  ; 

"Not  yet,  not  yet,  0  Death  !  not  yet!" 


263 


HKAKBB8S  TO  GOD. 


TITHEN  God  is  near, 
'  "     To  quell  the  soul's  commotion, 
And  shed  the  sweet  serene  of  true  devotion; 
Then  clouds  of  grief  will  disappear, 
"When  God  is  near. 

2  When  God  is  near — 

The  heart,  with  sorrow  swelling, 
Pours  out  its  grief — its  tale  of  anguish  telling ; 
And  mercy  wipes  each  trickling  tear, 
When  God  is  near. 


264 


SOXG   OF   PEAISS    TO  THE  RZDIEMER, 


/"IRE ATOR,  Preserver,  Redeemer  of  men, 
^  Divine  Intercessor  above, 
Oh,  where  shall  the  song  of  thy  praises  begin, 
Or  how  shall  I  speak  of  thy  love  ? 
Heaven  is  telling, 
And  earth  is  revealing 
What  wonders  thy  mercy  can  prove. 


ivnsUJbLLANEOUS.  271 

2  And  do  I  not  love  thee,  0  Saviour  divine 

The  chief  of  ten  thousands  to  me  ? 
Yes,  infinite  beauty  and  glory  are  thine, 
Whose  effulgence  no  mortal  can  see ; 
Angels  shall  bless  thee, 
And  men  shall  confess  thee, 
All  worlds  shall  acknowledge  thy  sway. 
6  Thine,  thine  is  the  kingdom,  the  wisdom, 
and  power, 
The  glory  and  honor  supreme ; 
Forever  and  ever  my  soul  would  adore 
The  unspeakable  worth  of  thy  name : 
Forever  and  ever, 
0  glorious  Saviour, 
I'll  dwell  on  the  rapturous  theme. 


265 


TpRIE^D  after  friend  departs! 
-*-  Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts, 

That  finds  not  here  an  end. 
WTere  this  frail  world  our  final  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 
2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  the  reign  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

WThere  life  is  not  a  breath, 
Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  and  expire. 
8  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown ; 
A  long  eternity  of  love, 

Formed  for  the  good  alone ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here, 
Translated  to  that  glorious  sphere. 


272  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day. 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night, 
But  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 


266 


L.  M. 


T^ARfrom  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone, 
*■    Let  my  religious  hours  alone ; 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see: 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire ! 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  The  trees  of  life  immortal  stand, 

In  fragrant  rows,  at  thy  right  hand; 
And  in  sweet  murmurs  by  thy  side, 
Rivers  of  bliss  perpetual  glide. 

4  Haste,  then,  but  with  a  smiling  face, 
And  spread  the  table  of  thy  grace : 
Bring  down  a  taste  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wind 

5  Blessed  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare, 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are  I 
Never  did  angels  taste,  above, 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

6  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine : 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  ang«te  known. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  273 

0£7  FuneraL 

^Q    |  DEATH    AXD   ETERNITY. 

STOOP   down,   my  thoughts   that   used 
to  rise, 
Converse  awhile  with  death ; 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quivering  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 

His  pulse  is  faint  and  few, 
Then,  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But,  oh,  the  soul,  that  never  dies, 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts  triumphing  there, 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 

In  infinite  despair. 
6  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
Oh,  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 

To  bear  it  safe  above ! 
6  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 

My  trembling  soul  I  trust ; 
And  my  flesh  waits  for  the  command, 

To  crumble  into  dust. 


268 


C.  M. 

A   THOUGHT  OF  DEATH  AND   GLORY. 


"\;TY  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day, 
■*-*-*-  And  think  how  near  it  stands, 
When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 
IS 


274  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down,  and  view 

The  hollow,  gaping  tomb ; 
This  gloomy  prison  waits  for  you, 
"Whene'er  the  summons  come. 

3  Oli,  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  stead, 
Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converse  with  the  dead. 

4  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above, 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  How  we  should  scorn  these  clothes  of  flesh,, 

These  fetters,  and  this  load, 

And  long  for  evening,  to  undress, 

That  we  may  rest  with  God. 

6  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay, 

Before  the  summons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wish  our  souls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 


269 


Montgomery. 

REV.  DR.  OILMAS,    CHARLESTON,   S.  C. 

Ode  for  the  Fourth  of  July. —  The  Union* 

TTAIL,  our  country's  natal  morn ! 
-*-*■  Hail,  our  spreading  kindred  bornt 
Hail,  thou  banner,  not  yet  torn, 

Waving  o'er  the  free  ! 
While  this  day,  in  festal  throng, 
Millions  swell  the  patriot's  song, 
Shall  not  we  the  notes  prolong  ? 

Hallowed  jubilee ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  275 

2  Who  would  stver  freedom's  shrine  ? 
"Who  would  draw  the  invidious  line  ? 
Though  by  birth  one  spot  be  mine, 

Dear  is  all  the  rest — 
'Dear  to  me  the  South's  fair  land, 
Dear  the  Central  mountain  band, 
Dear  New  England's  rocky  strand, 
Dear  the  prairie  d  West. 

8  By  our  altars  pure  and  free, 
By  our  law's  deep-rooted  tree, 
By  the  past"s  dread  memory, 

By  our  Washington — 
By  our  common  kindred  tongue, 
By  our  hopes — bright,  buoyant,  young, 
By  the  tie  of  country  strong, 

We  will  still  be  one. 

4  Fathers  !  have  ye  bled  in  vain  ? 
Ages,  must  ye  droop  again? 
Maker,  shall  we  rashly  stain 

Blessings  sent  by  thee  ? 
No  !   Receive  our  solemn  vow, 
While  before  thy  throne  we  bow, 
Ever  to  maintain  as  now, 

"  Union — Liberty  [" 


270 


L.  }l.—Duane-street. 


A    POOR  wayfaring  man  of  grief 
-^  Hath  often  crossed  me  on  my  way, 
Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief, 

That  I  could  never  answer  nay : 
I  had  no  power  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came; 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 


276  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Once,  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 
He  entered — not  a  word  he  spake ; 

Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread ; 

I  gave  him  all — he  blessed  it,  brake, 
And  ate,  but  gave  me  part  again : 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then; 
And  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 
The  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste, 

3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 
Clear  from  the  rock, — his    strength   was 

gone ; 
The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst, 

He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on. 
I  ran  and  raised  the  sufferer  up, 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drained  my  cup, 
Dipped,  and  returned  it  running  o'er : 
I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 

4  'Twas  night;  the  floods  were  out;  it  blew 
A  winter  hurricane  aloof; 

I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 
To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof: 
I  warmed,  I  clothed,  and  cheered  my  guest 
Laid  him  on  my  own  couch  to  rest, 
Then  made  the  earth  my  bed,  and  seemed 
In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dreamed. 

5  Stripped,  wounded,  beaten,  nigh  to  death* 
I  found  him  by  the  highway-side ; 

I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath, 

Revived  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment; — he  was  healed: 
I  had  myself  a  wound  concealed. 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  277 

6  In  prison  I  saw  him  next,  condemned 
To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn  ; 

The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemmed, 

And  honored  him  mid  shame  and  scorn : 
My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  asked  if  I  for  him  would  die : 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill, 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "I  will!" 

7  Then  in  a  moment,  to  my  view, 
The  stranger  darted  from  disguise ; 

The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew ; 

My  Saviour  stood  before  my  eyes ! 
He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named— 
"Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed; 
These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be ; 
Fear  not,  thou  didst  them  unto  me." 


271 


RETIREMENT   AND   MEDITATION. 


IV  TY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 

-*-*-*-  A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee : 

Amid  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 

Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 
2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 

And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 

"\Yhy  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 

And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 
2  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense, 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 

1  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 
4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn; 

Let  noise  and  vanity  begone  ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God  I  find. 


278  MISCELLANEOUS. 


272 


The  Happy  Few.* 

THE   MUSICIAN. — C.  WESLEY. 


rpHOU  God  of  harmon}-  and  love, 

-*■  Whose  name  transports  the  saints  abOYO, 

And  lulls  the  ravished  spheres; 
On  thee  in  feeble  strains  I  call, 
And  mix  my  humble  voice  with  all 

The  heavenly  choristers. 

2  If  v^ell  I  know  the  tuneful  art, 

To  captivate  a  human  heart, 

The  glory,  Lord,  be  thine: 
A  servant  of  thy  blessed  will, 
I  here  devote  my  utmost  skill 

To  sound  thy  praise  divine. 
8  With  Tubal' s  wretched  sons,  no  more 
I  dedicate  my  sacred  power 

To  please  the  fiends  beneath ; 
Or  modulate  the  wanton  lay, 
Or  smooth  with  music's  hand  the  way 

To  everlasting  death. 

4  Suffice  for  this  the  season  past — 

I  come,  great  God,  to  learn,  at  last, 

The  lessons  of  thy  grace  ; 
Teach  me  the  new,  the  gospel  song, 
And  let  my  hand,  my  heart,  my  tongue, 

Move  only  to  thy  praise. 

5  Thine  own  musician.  Lord,  inspire, 
And  let  my  consecrated  lyre 

Repeat  the  Psalmist's  part: 
His  Son  and  thine  reveal  in  me; 
And  fill  with  sacred  melody 

The  fibres  of  my  heart. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  U6. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  279 

6  So  shall  I  charm  the  listening  throng, 
And  draw  the  living  stones  along, 

By  Jesus'  tuneful  name: 
The  living  stones  shall  dance,  shall  rise, 
And  form  a  city  in  the  skies — 

The  New  Jerusalem. 

7  Oh,  might  I  with  thy  saints  aspire, 
The  meanest  of  that  dazzling  choir 

Who  chant  thy  praise  above  1 
Mixed  with  the  bright  musician  band, 
May  I  a  heavenly  harper  stand, 

And  sing  the  song  of  love ! 

8  What  ecstasy  of  bliss  is  there, 
While  all  the  angelic  concert  share, 

And  drink  the  flowing  joys  ! 
What  more  than  ecstasy,  when  all, 
Struck  to  the  golden  pavement,  fall 

At  Jesus'  glorious  voice  ! 

9  Jesus  !  the  heaven  of  heaven  he  is, 
The  soul  of  harmony  and  bliss  ; 

And  while  on  him  we  gaze, 
And  while  his  glorious  voice  we  hear. 
Our  spirits  are  all  eye,  all  ear, 

And  silence  speaks  his  praise. 

10  Oh,  might  I  die  that  awe  to  prove, 

That  prostrate  awe  which  dares  not  niovi 

Before  the  great  Three  One ; 
To  shout  by  turns  the  bursting  joy, 
And  all  eternity  employ 
In  songs  around  the  throne. 


280  MISCELLANEOUS. 


273 


2  8s  and  4  7s. 

PABTOfS  WORDS. 


T  ET  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking, 
•*-*  Dear  companions,  let  me  go: 
We  have  spent  a  night  of  making 

In  the  wilderness  below  : 
Upward  now  I  bend  my  way, 
Part  we  here  at  break  of  day. 

2  Let  me  go,  I  may  not  tarry, 
Wrestling  thus  with  doubts  and  fears: 

Angels  wait  my  soul  to  carry 

Where  my  risen  Lord  appears  : 
Friends  and  kindred,  weep  not  so, 
If  you  love  me,  let  me  go. 

3  We  have  travell'd  long  together, 
Hand  in  hand  and  heart  in  heart, 

Both  through  fair  and  stormy  weather, 

And  'tis  hard — 'tis  hard  to  part : 
While  I  sigh,  "Farewell"  to  you: 
Answer,  one  and  all,  "Adieu." 

4  'Tis  not  darkness  gathering  round  me 
That  withdraws  me  from  your  sight : 

Walls  of  earth  no  more  can  bound  me, 

But,  translated  into  light, 
Like  the  lark  on  mounting  wing, 
Though  unseen,  you  hear  me  sing. 

5  Heaven's  broad  day  hath  o'er  me  broken! 
Far  beyond  earth's  span  of  sky: 

Am  I  dead  ?    Nay,  by  this  token, 

Know  that  I  have  ceased  to  die : 
Wrould  you  solve  the  mystery  ? 
Come  up  hither — come  and  see. 


274 


MISCELLANEOUS.  281 


LEAD   MARCH   IX   THE   ORATORIO   OF   SAUL. 


TTNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 
^    Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust  j 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 
To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 
1  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 
Invade  thy  bounds  :   no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  lovely  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 
h  So  Jesus  slept ; — God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blessed 
the  dead ; 
Rest  here,  dear  saint,  till,  from  his  throne. 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade, 
4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn ; 
Attend.  0  earth !  his  sovereign  word ; 
Restore  thy  trust. — a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 


275 


C.  M. 


rFHERE  Js  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose, 
-*-    Or  decks  the  lily  fair, 
Or  streaks  the  humblest  flower  that  grows, 
But  heaven  has  placed  it  there. 

2  There's  not  of  grass  a  single  blade, 

Or  leaf  of  lowliest  mien, 
"Where  heavenly  skill  is  not  displayed, 
And  heavenly  wisdom  seen. 

3  There  's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light 

Illumes  the  distant  earth, 
And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night, 
But  heaven  gave  it  birth. 


282  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  There's  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round, 
In  ocean's  deep,  or  air, 
"Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found,— 
For  God  is  everywhere. 


w  ft   Fourth  of  July. — Our  Native  Land. 

EPE3   SARGENT. 


276 


f~^  OD  bless  our  native  land, 
^    Prosper  the  toiling  band 

Of  every  clime. 
Bid  all  good  efforts  speed, 
Whether  by  word  or  deed, 
Till  all  mankind  are  freed 

From  want  and  crime. 
Oh,  if  to  earth  is  given, 
One  certain  type  of  heaven, 

One  sacred  fire, 
;Tis  when  the  kindling  sign 
Of  charity  divine 
Glows  in  the  human  mind, 

Glows  to  inspire. 
Then,  Lord,  our  fathers'  Lord 
Thy  gracious  smile  accord, 

Thy  Spirit  send ; 
Quicken  our  faltering  zeal, 
May  we,  in  wc  or  weal, 
For  others'  sufff  rings  feel, 

Feel  and  befriend. 
TVe  of  ourselves  are  weak, 
But  in  thy  love  we  seek 

Wisdom  and  might ; 
All  that  is  good  in  art, 
Thou  and  thy  works  impart— 
Grateful  be  every  heart — 

God  speed  the  right. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  283 

2ii' L      4  10s. — Babylonian  Captivity. 

ALONG  the  banks  where  Babel's  current 
flows, 
Our  captive  bands  in  deep  despondence 
strayed, 
While  Zion's  fall  in  sad  remembrance  rose, 
Her  friends,  her  children  mingled  with  the 
dead. 

2  The  tuneless  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we 

strung,  [the  lay, 

When  praise  employed,  and  mirth  inspired 
In  mournful  silence  on  the  willows  hung; 
And  growing  grief  prolonged  the  tedious 

day. 

3  The  barbarous  tyrants,  to  increase  the  wo, 
With  taunting  smiles  a  song  of  Zion  claim, 

Bid  sacred  praise  in  strains  melodious  flow, 
While  they  blaspheme  the  great  Jehovah's 
name. 

4  But  how  in  heathen  chains,  and  lands  un- 

known. 
Shall  Israel's  sons  a  song  of  Zion  raise  ? 
C  hapless  Salem,  God's  terrestrial  throne, 

Thou  land  of  glory,  sacred  mount  of  praise  I 
£  If  e'er  my  memory  lose  thy  lovely  name, 

If  my  cold  heart  neglect  thy  kindred  race, 

Let  dire  destruction  seize  this  guilty  frame  ■ 

My  hand  shall  perish,  and  my  voice  shall 

cease.  |-call3/ 

6  Yet  shall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion 
O'ertake  her  foes  with  terror  and  dismay; 

His  arm  avenge  her  desolated  walls, 
And  raise  his  children  to  eternal  day. 


284  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Angels'  Welcome. 


278 


W.  H. 


C  AINTS  of  God  !  what  glories  meet  ye, 
^   As,  from  flesh  release!,  ye  fly 
Home  to  heaven,  where  angels  greet  ye, 
With  a  welcome  to  the  sky. 

CHORUS. 

Welcome  home,  welcome  home, 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home  ; 
Welcome  to  your  home  on  high, 

2  Warriors,  all  }-our  wars  are  ended, 
All  your  strife  and  all  your  pain ; 
Foes  with  which  you  late  contended, 
Grace,  triumphant  grace  hath  slain. 

Welcome  home,  welcome  home, 
Welcome  home,  icelcome  home; 
Never  shall  they  harm  again. 

&  Pilgrims,  ye  have  ceased  to  wander ; 
Many  a  weary  step  ye  trod  ; 
Henceforth  rest  ye  ;  blazing  yonder 
See  the  glorious  mount  of  God ! 
Welcome  home,  icelcome  home, 
Welcome  home,  icelcome  home; 
Welcome  to  our  bright  abode. 

i  Mourners,  ye  have  ceased  your  sighing, 
All  your  days  of  sorrow  o'er  ; 
Sickness,  weeping,  pain  or  dying, 
Ye  shall  never  witness  more ; 

Welcome  home,  welcome  home, 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home , 
Welcome  to  our  happy  shore. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  285 

5  Ye  are  not  unknown  in  glory — 

We  have  watched  o'er  all  your  ways; 
And  the  saints  who  came  before  ye, 
Ye  shall  greet  in  fond  embrace. 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home, 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home; 
Welcome  to  this  holy  place. 

6  Welcome  here  to  dwell  forever, 

Washed  in  Jesus'  cleansing  blood  , 
Never  shall  ye  wander,  never 

Leave  again  this  blest  abode. 

Welcome  home,  welcome  home, 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home; 
Ever  welcome,  saints  of  God  I 


279 


C.  If. 


UAUJSN  I  look  o'er  the  waste  of  years, 
'  "     My  weary  feet  have  passed, 
I  find  my  progress  wet  with  tears, 

And  dark  from  first  to  last : 
The  sun  that  lights  the  morning  sky, 

Sinks  down  again  at  eve ; 
Thus  hope  sometimes  illumes  the  eye. 

Then  leaves  the  heart  to  grieve. 

This  head  has  worn  a  regal  crown, 

On  Israel's  throne  erewhile  ; 
Destruction  waited  on  my  frown, 

And  fortune  on  my  smile  : 
I  sought  to  fill  my  breast  with  mirth, 

From  dance,  and  song,  and  wine; 
But  vain  were  all  the  joys  of  earth, 

To  light  this  heart  of  mine. 


286  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  I  gathered  wealth  from  many  a  mart, 

Built  many  a  towering  fane ; 
But  soon  experience  told  my  heart 

That  these  were  all  in  vain. 
I  gave  my  mind  with  ardent  zest 

To  wisdom's  varied  lore  ; 
And    found    that    knowledge    lights    the 
breast, 

To  make  it  ache  the  more. 

4  At  last,  while  bitter  tears  I  shed. 

To  heaven  I  raised  my  prayer ; 
And  found,  when  earthly  joys  are  fled, 

There  still  is  comfort  there: 
A  star  that  sheds  a  radiance  bright, 

O'er  life's  tumultuous  wave — 
And  He  who  guides  him  by  its  light, 

Shall  safely  pass  the  grave. 

qqa  Star-spangled  Banner. 

£0\J  C.  COOKE. 

OH  say,  can  you  see  by  the  truth's  holy  light, 
What   the  fathers    once  hailed,   in  the 

world's  early  being, 
When  for  sin,  o'er  our  race,  hung  the  mantle 

of  night — 
What  God,  for  our  weal,  was  in  mercy  de» 

creeing  ? 
The  banner  unfurl'd  which  shall  conquer  the 

world, 
When  sin  shall  be  vanquish'd — to  darkness 

be  hurl'd : 
Oh,  the  cross  is  that  banner,  and  long  may  it 

wave, 
Till  Jesus  lead  captive  both  death  and  the 

grave. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  287 

2  'Twas   but   dimly   perceived    through   the 

darkness  that  reigned, 
And  m-m  seemed  enchanted  in   slumbers 

reposing; 
But  the  prophets  their  message  of  mercy  pro- 
claimed, 
The  banner  of  peace  though  obscurely  di** 

closing : 
Oft  it  seemed  to  unfurl  o'er  the  clouds  as  they 

rolled. 
And  the  day  brightly  dawned  by  the  prophet* 

foretold ; 
When  the  blood-stained  banner  in  triumph 

shall  wave 
Over  earth  and  the  sea,  over  death  and  the 

grave. 

3  Now  where  is  the  foe  that  so  vauntingly 

swore 
By  the  god3  whom   he  worshipped,    that 

darkness  should  rule  us  : 
No  home  should  await  us  where  angels  adore, 
But  death  and  the  grave  should  together 

control  us  ? 
lie  has  trembled  with  fear,  and  will  fiee  ill 

despair, 
Like  the  lion  the  archers  have  chased  to  his 

lair  ; 
And  our   banner    in   triumph   continues  to 

wave, 
And    triumph  it  must    over  death    and  the 

grave. 

4  Thus  will  it  be  ever  while  Christians  shall 

stand 
Near  the  cross,  and  remember  their  high 
destination: 


288  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Bless'd  with  victory  and  peace,  this  invin- 
cible band 
Shall  shout  when  the  Lord  has  renew' d  all 
creation ! 

For  conquer  they  must,  as  their  cause  is  most 
just, 

And  this  is  their  motto,  "In  God  is  our  trust,  * 

Oh,  their  banner  in  glory,  in  triumph  shall 
wave, 

When  iost    is  the  power  of  death   and  the 
grave. 


281 


L.  M. 


rPHROUGH  shades  and  solitudes  profound 
-*-    The  fainting  traveller  winds  his  way  ; 
Bewildering  meteors  glare  around, 
And  tempt  his  wandering  feet  astray. 

2  Till  mild  Religion,  from  above, 
Descends,  a  sweet,  engaging  form, 

The  messenger  of  heavenly  love, 
The  bow  of  promise  in  a  storm  ! 

3  Then  guilty  passions  wing  their  flight, 
Sorrow,  remorse,  affliction  cease; 

Religion's  yoke  is  soft  and  light, 

And  all  her  paths  are  paths  of  peace. 

4  Beyond  the  narrow  vale  of  time, 
"Where  bright,  celestial  ages  roll, 

To  scenes  eternal,  scenes  sublime, 

She  points  the  way,  and  leads  the  soul 

6  At  her  approach,  the  grave  appears 

The  gate  of  paradise  restored ; 
Her  voice  the  watching  cherub  hears, 

And  drops  his  double-flaming  sword. 


MI-CELLAXKOU?.  289 

6  Baptized  with  her  renewing  fire, 
May  we  the  crown  of  glory  gain  ; 

Rise  when  the  host  of  heaven  expire, 
And  reign  with  God,  forever  reign. 


282 


Sweet  Home. 


Yl  "'"HEX  torn  is  thy  bosom  by  sorrow  or  care, 
'  *     Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like 
prayer ; 
It  seizes. — soothes, — softens, — subdues,  yet 

sustains, 
Gives  vigorto  hope,  and  puts  passion  in  chains. 
Prayer,  prayer,  tweet,  siceet  prayer, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer* 

2  "When  forced  from  the  friend  we  hold  dear- 

est to  part, 
What  fond  recollections  yet  cling  to  the  heart ! 
Past  converse,  past  scenes,  past  enjoyments 

are  there — 
Oh !  how  hurtfully  pleasing  till  hallowed  by 

prayer. 
Prayer,  prayer,  sweet  prayer,  S'C. 

3  "When  pleasure  would  woo  us  from  piety's 

arms, 
The  syren  sings  sweetly,  or  silently  charm3 
W3  listen — love — loiter — are   caught  in  th 

snare : 
On  looking  to  Jesus,  we  conquer  by  prayer. 
Prayer,  prayer,  sweet  prayer,  $c. 

4  While  strangers  to  prayer,  we  are  strangers 

to  bliss ; 
&ea,ven  pours  its  first  streams  through  no 
medium  but  this ; 
19 


290  MISCELLANEOUS. 

And  till  wo  the  joys  of  the  seraphim  share, 
Our   chalice   of  bliss    must   be  guarded  bj 
prayer. 
Prayer,  prayer,  sweet  prayer,  3fc. 

^Q  £)   TEE  DATS  OF  THY  MOURNING  SHALL  BE  BNDEB, 

r\H  !  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  fade 

"   Like  evening  lights  away — 

For  hopes  that,  like  the  stars  decay'd, 

Have  left  thy  mortal  day  ; 
For  clouds  of  sorrow  will  depart, 

And  brilliant  skies  be  given  ; 
And  though  on  earth  the  tear  may  start, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart 

Amid  the  bowers  of  heaven. 

2  Oh  !  weep  not  for  the  friends  that  pass 

Into  the  lonesome  grave, 
As  breezes  sweep  the  withered  grass 

Along  the  restless  wave  ; 
For  though  thy  pleasures  may  depart, 

And  darksome  days  be  given, — 
And  lonely  though  on  earth  thou  art, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart 

When  friends  rejoin  in  heaven. 

qq  A  The  Rock  * 

£i  O  tt      THS  ROCK  THAT   IS  HIGHER  THAN  I. 

TN  seasons  of  grief,  to  my  God  I'll  repair, 

■*■  When  my  heart  is  o'erwhelmed  with  sor- 
row and  care, 

From  the  ends  of  the  earth  unto  thee  will  I 
cry, 

Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  tban  I. 


♦Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  168. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  29*1 

2  WhpQ  Satan,  my  foe.  comes  in  like  a  flood, 
To  drive  my  poor  soul  from  the  fountain  of 

good, 
I'll  pray  to  the  Saviour  vrho  kindly  did  die, 
Lead  me  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

3  And  when  I  have  ended  my  pilgrimage  here, 
In  Jesus'  pure  righteousness  let  me  appear, 
In  the  swellings  of  Jordan  on  thee  I'll  rely, 
And  look  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

£  And  when  the   last  trumpet  shall    sound 

through  the  skies, 
When  the  dead  from  the   dust  of  the  earth 

shall  arise, 
With  millions  I'll  join,  far  above  yonder  sky, 
To  praise  the  dear  rock  that  is  higher  than  L 

/Kf)  n  PART.— w. D. L. 

WHEN  my  soul  is  distressed  and  my  com- 
forts are  flown, 
To  my  Saviour  111  go  and  my  sorrows  make 

known; 
In  secret  devotion,  to  Him  will  I  cry, 
Lead  me  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

2  Though  my  friends  may  forsake  me,  and 

foes  all  unite 
To  hedge  up  my  pathway  and  fears  to  excite ; 
Ot  the  strength  of  Jehovah  I'll  firmly  rely, 
Still  screened  by  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

3  Should  sickness  o'ertake  me,  and  pain  be 

severe, 
And  none  be  about  me  my  spirit  to  cheer ; 
I'll  hang  on  my  Saviour  until  I  shall  die, 
Sustained  by  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  L 


292  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  And  when  I  have  finished  my  labor  aad 

care, 
Bright  angels  my  soul  od  their  pinions  shall 

bear, 
To  my  home  in  the  kingdom  of  glory  on  high, 
To  dwell  by  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 


SLEEP. — A  JUVENILE  SOXO. 


286 

/^OME,  gentle  sleep,  these  eyelids  close, 
^  My  spirit  longs  for  sweet  repose; 

"Within  her  golden  chamber 

Let  weary  memory  slumber. 

2  But  ah  !  if  o'er  these  sleep-bound  eyes 
No  earthly  morn  again  should  rise  ; 

If  death  should  steal  around  me 
"When  silent  sleep  hath  bound  me — 

3  Oh,  may  a  fairer,  brighter  light, 

Break  sweetly  through  death's  darksome 
night, 
And  bring  the  cloudless  dawning 
Of  heaven's  eternal  morning. 


287 


8  lines  8s. 

TEE  TEAR. 


THERE  is  a  tear  of  sweet  relief, 
A  tear  of  rapture  and  of  grief: 
The  feeling  heart  alone  can  know, 
What  soft  emotions  bid  it  flow. 
It  is  when  memory  charms  the  mind, 
"With  tender  images  refined: 
'Tis  when  her  magic  spells  restore 
Departed  friends,  and  joys  no  more 


MISCELLANEOUS.  293 

2  There  is  an  hour — a  pensive  hour — • 
And  oh  !  how  dear  its  soothing  power  ! 
It  is  when  twilight  spreads  her  vail, 
And  steals  along  the  silent  dale ; 
'Tis  when  the  fading  blossoms  close, 
And  all  is  silence  and  repose : 
Then  memory  wakes,  and  loves  to  mourn 
The  days  that  never  can  return. 

4  7s. — Harrison. 


288- 


1  EARTH  TO  EARTH  AND  DUST  TO  DUST." — G.  CROLT- 

""PARTH  to  earth  and  dust  to  dust!" 
•*-*  Here  the  evil  and  the  just, 
Here  the  matron  and  the  maid, 
In  one  silent  bed  are  laid. 

2  Here  the  vassal  and  the  king, 
Side  by  side,  lie  withering; 
Here  the  sword  and  sceptre  rust ; 
"  Earth  to  earth  and  dust  to  dust." 

3  Age  on  age  shall  roll  along, 

O'er  this  pale  and  mighty  throng ; 
Those  that  wept  them,  those  that  weep, 
All  shall  with  these  sleepers  sleep. 

4  Song  of  peace  or  battle's  roar 

Ne'er  shall  break  their  slumbers  more: 
Death  shall  keep  his  solemn  trust : 
"Earth  to  earth  and  dust  to  dust." 

&  But  a  day  is  coming  fast — 

Earth,  thy  mightiest  and  thy  last  ; 
It  shall  come  in  strife  and  toil, 
It  shall  come  in  blood  and  spoil : 

6  It  shall  come  in  empire's  groans, 
Burning  temples,  trampled  thrones ; 
Then,  ambition,  rue  thy  lust ! 
"Earth  to  earth  and  dust  to  dust." 


294  MISCELLANEOUS. 

7  Then  shall  in  the  desert  rise, 
Fruits  of  more  than  paradise  ; 
Earth  by  angel  feet  be  trod, 
One  great  garden  of  our  God. 

8  Till  are  dried  the  martyrs'  tears, 
Through  a  glorious  thousand  years  ; 
Now  in  hope  of  Him  we  trust : 

"  Earth  to  earth  and  dust  to  dust." 


289 


THE   BETTER   LAND. 


T  HEAR  thee  speak  of  a  better  land  ; 
-*-  Thou  calTst  its  children  a  happy  band; 
Mother,  oh  !  where  is  that  distant  shore  ? 
Shall  we  not  seek  it.  sigh  no  more  ? 
Is  it  wheie  the  flower  of  the  orange  blows, 
And    the   fire-flies    dance    in   the   myrtle 
boughs  ? 

Not  there,  not  there,  my  child ; 

Not  there,  not  there,  my  child. 

2  Is  it  far  away  in  some  region  old, 
Where  rivers  wander  o'er  sands  of  gold, 
And  the  bright  rays  of  the  valleys  shine, 
And  the  diamond  lights  up  the  secret  mine ; 
And  the  pearl  glows  forth  from  the  coral 

strand — 
Is  it  there,  sweet  mother,  that  better1  and? 
Not  there,  not  there,  my  child  ; 
Not  there,  not  there,  my  child. 

3  Eye  hath  not  seen  it.  my  gentle  boy, 
Ear  hath  not  heard  its  deep  songs  of  joy, 
Dreams  cannot  picture  a  world  so  fair  ; 
Sorrow  and  death  may  not  enter  there; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  295 

Time   may  not  breathe  on    its    faiutlesa 

bloom; 
Far  beyond   the    clouds   and  beyond  the 
tomb ; 
'Tis  there,  'tis  there,  my  child ; 
'Tis  there,  'tis  there,  my  child. 


290 


A  CAMP -MEETING  HYMN. 


"TVITHIN  the  tented  grove, 

'  '     The  followers  of  the  Lamb 
Are  met  to  sing  his  love, 
And  glorify  his  name  : 
Believers,  let  your  prayers  ascend 
To  him  who  is  the  sinner's  friend. 

2  The  Lord  of  Hosts  is  here — 
His  banner  floats  on  high, 
He  lends  a  listening  ear 
To  catch  the  feeblest  cry : 
It  will  prevail :  ye  need  not  fear, 
If  uttered  from  a  heart  sincere. 

8  Send  every  vain  desire, 

Each  trifling  thought,  away  ; 
And  no  unhallowed  fire 
Upon  the  altar  lay ; 
Let  holy  zeal  and  humble  love 
In  every  Christian  bosom  move. 

4  Oh,  let  the  fervent  prayer 

Like  incense  sweetly  rise, 

And  on  its  pinions  bear 

Our  offering  to  the  skies  ; 

Through  every  bosom  let  it  thrill, 

And  every  heart  with  rapture  fill. 


296  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  Save,  Lord  !  on  thee  we  call, 
Oh,  save  a  guilty  race — 
We  at  thy  footstool  fall, 

To  seek  thy  heavenly  grace; 
Mercy  to  sinners  freely  give, 
And  bid  them  now  repent  and  live. 


OQi  9s,  10s. 

&OJL  VERNAL  HYMN. — W.  H. 

C\R  bless  the  Lord !  for  the  shining  sun, 
^  For  the  balmy  air,  and  the  brooks  thai 

run 
Their  rippling  way,  to  the  briny  deep, 
"Where  the  proud  ships  sail,  and  the  storm* 

clouds  weep. 

2  Oh  bless  the  Lord  !  for  the  cool  pure  fount, 
For  the  meadows  green  and  the  wood-clacj 

mount ; 
For  eve's  calm  sky  and  her  ruddy  hue, 
For  the  morn's  sweet  breath  and  her  silver 

dew. 

3  Oh  bless  the  Lord  !  for  the  flowers  in  bloom, 
For  their  living  tints  and  high  perfume ; 
For  grass  and  leaves,   and  for  each  greea 

thing, 
Scattered  round  in  grace  by  the  queen  ;f 
spring. 

4  Oh  bless  the  Lord  !  for  the  warbled  strains, 
Rising  up  in  joy  from  the  woods  and  plains  ; 
They  teach  us  love  and  they  teach  us  praise  : 
Happy  birds,  we'll  join  in  your  wild  sweet 

lays. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  297 

6  Oh  bless  the  Lord  !  for  the  earth  and  sky, 
And  for  all  the  stars  hung  around  on  high  I 
They  light  the  way  to  a  happier  sphere  : 
May  vre  sing  up  there  when  our   songs  end 
here! 

^JJ  £  *M  BfBON  ETiT5. 

SEE  the  shadows  thickly  stealing, 
O'er  the  sunny  brow  of  day  ! 
Hark!  the  bell's  deep  solemn  pealing 
In  the  air  has  died  away ! 
Come,  ere  sleep 
Unnerve  our  vigor, 
Let  us  for  protection  pray  ! 

2  From  the  robber,  from  the  madness 

Of  the  all-devouring  fire. 
From  a  troubled  spirit's  sadness. 
From  the  plague's  unpitying  ire, 
Save  us.  L 
Good  Lord,  deliver! 
Thou  whose  mercies  never  tire! 

3  Jesus!   Saviour!  lowly  bending 

At  the  footstool  of  thy  might, 
Let  thy  love,  our  darkness  ending, 
Robe  us  in  thy  garb  of  light  . 
Guide  us  here, 
And  then  forever 
Place  us  on  thy  glory's  height. 

293  t* 

rpHE  stars!  the  stars  !  those  lamps  of  light, 
-L    Gemming  the  vaulted  hall  of  night ; 
Bright  are  their  fires,  kindled  each  even, 
To  light  us  to  a  brighter  heaven. 


298  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  This  world's  a  sea,  a  dangerous  sea, 
"Where  clouds  and  storms  and  breakers  be, 
"When  night  spreads  terror  o'er  the  wave, 
"Who  shall  the  trembling  sailor  save  ? 

3  Lift  up  thy  heart,  lift  up  thine  eye, 
Behold  those  vestal  flames  on  high; 
Tended  and  fed  by  angel  bands, 

The  light-house  fires  of  their  own  lanas. 

4  They  wait — those  angel  spirits  wait, 

Our  pilots  through  death's  dreadful  strait; 
To  welcome  us,  our  voyage  o'er, 
Happy  as  they  to  their  blest  shore. 

5  Shine  on,  ye  stars,  forever  shine, 
Glowing  in  beauty  all  divine  ! 
"Worthies,  to  other  ages  given, 

Looked    on   your   fires,    and   thought   of 

heaven. 

6  To  heaven  they  sped,  and  there  they  glow, 
Brighter  than  ye,  on  us  below ; 

"We  follow  on  through  clouds  of  tears 
To  join  the  music  of  their  spheres. 


294 


Life  let  us  cherish.* 


LIFE  let  us  cherish  while  yet  the  tape! 
glows, 
And  heavenly  treasures  grasp  ere  it  close  t 
In  vain  we  seek  for  earthly  bliss, 
The  plants  of  joy,  the  fruits  of  peace, 
Can  never  grow  in  soil  like  this  ; 
Place  all  thy  hopes  in  heaven. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  S3. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  299 

Life  let  us  cherish  while  yet  the  taper  glows, 
And  heavenly  treasures  grasp  ere  it  close  : 
The  heart  in  vain  to  riches  clings  : 
Our  gems  are  dim,  our  gold  hath  wing3, 
And  when  possessed  no  comfort  brings : 
Lay  up  thy  wealth  in  heaven. 
Life  let  us  cherish  while  yet  the  taper  glows, 
And  heavenly  treasures  grasp  ere  it  close  . 
Set  not  thy  heart  on  earthly  fame, 
Its  highest  gift  'a  an  empty  name, 
That  quickly  fades  or  ends  in  shame  : 
True  glory  comes  from  heaven. 


29 


~    4  8s  and  2  6s. — The  Happy  Few.* 

0 


THZ  ORPHAN'S  PRATER. 

r^vH  thou,  the  helpless  orphan's  hope, 
^   To  whom  alone  my  soul  looks  up, 

In  each  distressing  hour  : 
Father,  for  that's  the  sweetest  name, 
That  e'er  these  lips  were  taught  to  frame, 

Instruct  my  heart  to  pray. 
2  Low  in  the  dust  my  parents  lie, 
And  no  attentive  ear  is  nigh, 

But  thine,  to  mark  my  wo  — 
No  hand  to  wipe  away  my  tears, 
No  gentle  voice  to  soothe  my  fears, 

Remains  to  me  below, 
f  To  heaven  my  earthly  friends  are  gone, 
And  thither  are  my  wishes  flown, 

But  I  continue  here  : 
But  thou  art  patron,  friend,  and  guide, 
To  those  who  have  no  hope  beside, 

And  what  have  I  to  fear  ? 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  46. 


800  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  If  I  am  spared  throughout  the  span 
That  makes  the  narrow  life  of  man, 

And  reach  to  hoary  age, 
Instruct  me  in  thy  holy  will, 
Teach  me  the  duties  to  fulfil 

Of  each  successive  stage. 

But  if  thy  wisdom  should  decree 
An  early  sepulcher  for  me, 

Father,  thy  will  be  done ; 
Upon  my  Saviour  I  rely, 
And  let  me  live  or  let  me  die, 

My  heart  be  thine  alone. 


296 


L.  Iff. 


C  OFT  be  the  gently  breathing  notes, 
^   That  sing  my  Saviour's  dying  love, 
Soft  as  the  evening  zephyrffloats, 
Soft  as  the  tuneful  choirs  above. 

2  Soft  as  the  morning  dews  descend, 

While  the  sweet  lark  exulting  soars ; 
So  soft  to  your  Almighty  Friend 
Be  every  sigh  your  bosom  pours: 

3  Pure  as  the  sun's  enlivening  ray, 

That  scatters  life  and  joy  abroad; 
Pure  as  the  lucid  car  of  day 

That  wide  proclaims  its  Maker  God 

4  True  as  the  magnet  to  the  pole, 

So  true  let  your  contrition  be  J 
So  true  let  your  sorrows  roll 
To  Him  who  bled  upon  the  tree. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  301 


297 


8  7s. — Benevenio. 

FOR  NEW-YEAR. 


WHILE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun, 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here. 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

I  As  the  winged  arrow  flies, 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies, 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, — 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  : 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 

With  eternity  in  view. 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 


295 
O 


S.  M. 


,H,  where  shall  rest  be  found  ? 
Rest  to  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 


302  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  This  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

8  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a  life  above, 
Unnumbered  by  the  flight  of  years. 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  ; 
Oh,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

6  Oh,  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  ; 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

6  Here  would  we  end  our  quest: — 
Alone  are  found  in  thee 
The  life  of  perfect  love,  the  rest 
Of  immortality. 

299  Concert* 

Valedictory  for  a  Singing-school,  or  Concert 
w.  II. 
TN  this  glad  employ, 
-*-  Many  moments  of  joy 
Have  we  measured  in  harmony  true; 
The  time  rolled  along, 
Like  a  sweet  varied  song, 
And  with  sighs  we  pronounce  an  adieu. 

♦  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  109. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  303 

2  Adieu  :  may  we  meet, 

For  a  glorious  repeat, 
In  the  church  on  Mount  Zion  above ! 

There  angels  shall  join 

In  the  concert  divine, 
And  the  chorus  of  all  shall  be  love. 

0\J  0     6  10s- — Days  of  my  youth. 
TYAYS  of  my  youth,  ye  have  glided  away; 
-*-'   Hairs  of  my  youth,  ye  are  frosted  and 

gray ; 
Eyes   of  my  youth,   your  keen  sight  is   no 

more ; 
Cheeks  of  my  youth,   ye  are  furrowed  all 

o'er ; 
Strength  of  my  youth,  all  your  vigor  is  gone ; 
Thoughts  of  my  youth,  your  gay  visions  are 

flown. 

2  Days  of  my  youth,  I  wish  not  your  recall; 
Hairs  of  my  youth,   I'm  content  ye  should 

fall; 
Eyes  of  my  youth,  ye  much  evil  have  seen ; 
Cheeks  of  my  youth,  bathed  in  tears  ye  have 

been  ; 
Thoughts   of  my   youth,    ye    have    led    me 

astray  ; 
Strength   of    my   youth,    why  lament  your 

decay? 

8  Days  of  my  age,  ye  will  shortly  be  passed  ; 
Pains  of  my  age,  yet  awhile  may  ye  last; 
Joys  of  my  age,  in  true  wisdom  delight ; 
Eyes  of  my  age,  be  religion  your  light ; 
Thoughts  of  my  age,  dread  ye  not  the  cold 

sod? 
Hopes  of  my  age,  be  ye  fixed  on  your  God. 


304  MISCELLANEOUS 


301 


A   HOME   IN    HEAVEN. 
W.  H. 


A    HOME  in  heaven !  what  a  joyful  thought, 
-*-*-  As  the  poor  man  toils  in  his  weary  lot ! 
His  heart  oppressed,  and  with  anguish  driven. 
From  his  home  below  to  his  home  in  heaven. 

2  A  home  in  heaven !  as  the  sufferer  lies 
On  his  bed  of  pain,  and  uplifts  his  eyes 
To  that  bright  home,  what  a  joy  is  given, 
With   the  blessed  thought  of  his   home   in 

heaven. 

3  A  home  in  heaven!  when  our  pleasures  fade, 
And  our  wealth  and  fame  in  the  dust  are  laid ; 
And  strength  decays,  and  our  health  is  riven, 
We  are  happy  still  with  our  home  in  heaven. 

4  A  home  in  heaven !  when  the  faint  heart 

bleeds, 
By  the  Spirit's  stroke  for  its  evil  deeds ; 
Oh !  then  what  bliss  in  that  heart  forgiven, 
Does  the  hope  inspire  of  a  home  in  heaven. 

5  A  home  in  heaven !  when  our  friends  are  fled 
To  the  cheerless  gloom  of  the  mouldering 

dead, 
We  wait  in  hope  on  the  promise  given ; 
We  will  meet  up  there  in  our  home  in  heayen. 

6  A  home  in  heaven  !  when  the  wheel  is  broke, 
And  the  golden  bowl,  by  the  terror-stroke ; 
When  life's  bright  sun  sinks  in  death's  dark 

even, 
We  will  then  fly  up  to  our  home  in  heaven. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  805 

7  Our  home  in  heaven  !  oh,  thegloiious  home, 
And  the  Spirit  joined  with   the   bride  saya 

"  come!" 
Come,  seek  his  face,  and  your  sins  forgiven, 
And  rejoice  in  hope  of  your  home  in  heaven. 


302 


L.  M.  J).— Wakefield* 

W.  H. 


T^HERE  comes  a  day.  a  fearful  day, 
-*-    When  earth  and  heaven  shall  flee  away, 
When,  flaming  on  his  great  white  throne, 
Nought  shall  be  seen  but  God  alone : 
The  myriad  crowds  from  every  clime 
Shall  gaze  upon  that  throne  sublime, 
The  great  and  small,  the  quick  and  de&d, 
Shall  shout  for  joy  or  quake  with  dread. 

2  Oh  !  how  shall  1,  a  sinner  born, 
Lift  up  my  head  on  that  dread  morn, 
"When  glory,  brightening  to  excess, 
Proclaims  the  God  of  holiness  ? — 
The  triune  God,  the  lofty  Lord, 
"Who,  by  his  own  omnific  word, 
Made  thousand  thousand  worlds  to  be ; — 
He  speaks  again  ;   and  lo  !   they  flee. 

I  When  orbs  on  orbs  affrighted  fly, 
In  lawless  terror,  through  the  sky ; 
When  thrones  and  powers  celestial  fall 
Before  the  glorious  all  is  all  ;  — 
Oh !   how  shall  I,  of  baser  birth, 
A  sinful  man,  a  worm  of  earth, 
Presume  to  meet  the  burning  gaze, 
That  wraps  the  heavens  in  sheets  of  blaie  ! 


*  Minstrel  of  Zioc,  p.  89. 
20 


306  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  Father  Eternal!   God  of  love! 

Look  down  from  mercy's  seat  above! 
Through  Jesus  now  be  reconciled 
To  me,  a  wayward  wandering  child : 
Be  thou,  0  Christ,  my  stay,  my  trust, 
And  when  I  moulder  into  dust, 
And  when  I  rise  from  dust  again, 
Be  mine,  my  God — amen — amen. 


303 


8s  and  7s. — Sansom.* 


rpHERE  is  a  spot  to  me  more  dear 
-*-    Than  native  vale  or  mountain ; 
A  spot  for  which  affection's  tear 

Springs  grateful  from  its  fountain : 
'Tis  not  where  kindred  souls  abound, 

Though  that  is  almost  heaven ; 
But  where  I  first  my  Saviour  found, 

And  felt  my  sins  forgiven. 

2  Hard  was  my  toil  to  reach  the  shore, 

Long  tossed  upon  the  ocean  ; 
Above  me  was  the  thunder's  roar, 

Beneath  the  wave's  commotion: 
Darkly  the  pall  of  night  was  thrown 

Around  me,  faint  with  terror: 
In  that  dark  hour  how  did  my  groan 

Ascend  for  years  of  error ! 

3  Sinking  and  panting  as  for  breath, 

I  knew  not  help  was  near  me ; 
And  cried,  "Oh!  save  me,  Lord,  from  death, 
Immortal  Jesus,  hear  me  " 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  107. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  307 

Then  quick  as  thought  I  felt  him  mine, 

My  Saviour  stood  before  me ; 
I  saw  his  brightness  round  me  shine, 

And  shouted,  "Glory!  glory  \'} 

i  0  sacred  hour!  0  hallowed  spot! 

Where  love  divine  first  found  me ; 
Wherever  falls  my  distant  lot. 

My  heart  shall  linger  round  thee : 
And  when  from  earth  I  rise,  to  soar 

L~p  to  my  home  in  heaven ; 
Down  will  I  cast  my  eyes  once  more, 

"Where  I  was  first  forgiven. 


304 


12s  and  lis. — The  Eden  above.* 


TT^E'RE  bound  for  the  land  of  the  pure  and 
*  '       the  holy, 
The  home  of  the  happy — the  kingdom  of 
love ; 
Fe  wanderers  from  God  in  the  broad  road  of 
folly, 
Oh,  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
Oh,  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above? 

2  In  that  blessed  land  neither  sighing  nor 
anguish 
Can  breathe  in  the  fields  where  the  glo- 
rified rove : 
re  heart-burdened  ones  who  in  misery  lan- 
guish, 
Oh,  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above? 
Will  you  go  ?  &c 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  94 


308  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Nor  fraud,  nor  deceit,  nor  the  hand  of  op* 

pression 
Can  injure  the  dwellers  in  that  holy  grove; 
No  wickedness  there — not  a  shade  of  trans 
gression : 
Oh,  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ! 
Will  you  go  ?  &c. 

4  No  poverty  there ; — no,  the  saints  are  all 

wealthy, 
The  heirs  of  His  glory  whose  nature  ifl 
love ; 
Nor  sickness  can  reach  them — that  country 
is  healthy : 
Oh,  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 
Will  you  go  ?  &c. 

5  Each  saint  has  a  mansion  prepared  and  all 

furnished, 
Ere  from  this  clay  house  he  is  summoned 
to  move ; 
Its  gates  and  its  towers  with  glory  are  bur- 
nished ; 
Oh,  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 
Will  you  go  ?  &c. 

6  March  on,  happy  pilgrims,  that  land  is  be- 

fore you, 
And  soon  its  ten  thousand  delights  we  shall 
prove ; 
Fes,  soon  we  shall  walk  o'er  the  hills  of 
bright  glory, 
And  drink  the  pure  joys  of  the  Eden  above. 

We  will  go,  we  will  go : 
Oh,  yes,  we  will  go  to  the  Eden  above. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  309 

7  And  jet,  guilty  sinner,  we  would  not  for- 
sake thee ; 
"We  halt  yet  a  moment,  as  onward  -we  moTO ; 
Oh,  come  to  thy  Lord — in  his  arms  he  will 
take  thee, 
And  bear  thee  along  to  the  Eden  above : 
Will  you  go  ?  &c. 
Oh,  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 

t  Methinks  thou  art. now,  in  thy  wretchednes3 
saying, 
Oh,  who  can  this  guilt  from  my  conscience 
remove  ? 
No  other  but  Jesus  ; — then  come  to  him  pray- 
ing, 
Prepare  me,  0  Lord,  for  the  Eden  above ; 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
At  last,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 


305 


Give  me  Jesus.* 

B.  &  H. 


"TTTHILE  wandering  to  and  fro, 

'  *     In  this  wide  world  of  wo, 
Where  streams  of  sorrow  flow, 

CHORUS. 

Give  me  Jesus — give  me  Jesus — ■ 

Give  me  Jesus — 
You  may  have  all  this  world — • 
Give  me  Jesus. 
2  When  tears  o'erflow  mine  eye, 
When,  pressed  by  grief,  I  sigh, 
Still  this  shall  be  my  cry, 

Give  me  Jesus,  £& 

♦Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  51. 


310  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  When  to  the  mercy-seat 
I  go,  my  Lord  to  meet, 
My  heart  shall  still  repeat, 

Give  me  Jesus,  j*c 

4  And  when  my  faith  is  tried, 
In  Him  I  will  confide, 

And  all  the  storms  outride  :  — 

Give  me  Jesus,  3f& 

5  Though  strength  and  friends  should  fail, 
And  foes  my  soul  assail, 

Through  Him  I  shall  prevail:  — 

Give  me  Jesus,  $c. 

6  And  when  my  toils  are  o'er, 
"When  nearing  Jordan's  shore, 
I'll  shout  as  up  I  soar, 

Give  me  Jesus,  Sfc. 

7  When  at  the  judgment-seat, 
I  stand  at  Jesus'  feet, 

When  worlds  on  worlds  shall  meet, 

Give  me  Jesus,  §c. 

8  When  heaven  and  earth  shall  flee, 
When  time  shall  cease  to  be, 
Through  all  eternity, 

Give  me  Jesus,  $t 

306        8s;.Is;.4' 

TN  pure  and  fervent  devotion; 
-*■   0  Lord,  I  bow  at  thy  throne ; 
Fill  me  with  holy  emotion, 

And  make  me  fully  thine  own : 
Come,  come,  come,  Lord, 

And  make  me  fully  thine  own. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  oil 

2  Grttnt  me  rny  longing  desire, 

Conform  to  thy  blessed  will ; 

With  zeal  my  soul  set  on  fire ; 

"With  peace  and  purity  fill : 

Come,  come,  come,  Lord, 

"With  peace  and  purity  fill. 

8  Speak,  Lord,  if  now  thou  art  near  me  ; 
I  wait  the  sound  of  thy  voice ; 
From  thee  one  whisper  can  cheer  me, 
And  make  my  spirit  rejoice : 

Come,  come,  come,  Lord, 
And  make  my  spirit  rejoice. 

4  I  would  be  perfectly  thine  own ; 
Jesus,  respond  to  my  call : 
And  be  thou  perfectly  mine  own, 

My  Saviour,  Friend,  Brother,  and  all; 

Come,  come,  come,  Lord, 
Be  Saviour,  Friend,  Brother,  and  all, 


307 


L.  M. — Sinners'  way.' 


TN  error's  ways  you  vainly  roam, 

-*-   They  lead  you  not  to  peace  or  home; 

Why  will  you  toil  and  labor  so, 

To  miss  of  heaven  and  plunge  in  wo  ? 


Eternal  wisdom  cries, 
Haste,  sinner,  to  be  wise; 
Forsake  your  sins  without  delay, 
And  taste  the  Saviour's  love  to-day, 

♦Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  114. 


312  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  The  path  in  which  you  madly  tread, 
"With  clouds  and  gloom  is  overspread ; 
Bestrewed  with  every  secret  snare, 
And  ravenous  beasts  are  prowling  there. 

Chorus. 

3  Every  successive  step  you  take, 
But  nears  you  to  the  burning  lake: 
Each  day  your  souls  in  sin  remain, 
Bespeaks  eternal  years  of  pain. 

Chorut, 

4  And  what  reward  can  Satan  give, 

That  thus  his  slave,  his  drudge  you  live? 
"Were  you  his  sole,  his  chosen  heir, 
Say,  would  you  choose  his  throne  to  share  i 

Cho'/iis. 

5  "Would  you  with  the  foulest  fiends  resort, 
Mid  flames  sulphureous  hold  your  court, 
Harassed  with  God's  enduring  ire, 

The  vengeance  of  eternal  fire  ?     Chorus. 

6  Satan  could  do  no  more  than  this, 
Were  all  his  aim  your  only  bliss  ; 

A  throne  in  hell !   a  crown  of  shame  ! 
A  royal  couch  of  livid  flame  !       Choni* 

7  But  as  the  coiling  serpent  lies  ; 

As  gleam  the  tiger's  burning  eyes  \ 
As  spriug3  the  panther  on  his  prey, 
So  Satan  lurks  your  souls  to  slay. 

Chorum 

8  Not  so  our  Master — Christ  the  Lord 
Bestows  on  us  the  high  reward ; 
Eternal  glory — crowns  more  bright 
Than  deck  the  first-born  sons  of  light. 

Chorus. 


308 


MISCELLANEOUS.  313 

8s  and  7s. — Lemon. 

FOB  THE  ALTAR. — L.  &  H. 


BRETHREN,  here  are  mourners  pleading 
For  the  mercy  of  the  Lord : 
Come,  and  for  them,  interceding, 
All  your  promised  help  afford. 


Hear  them,  like  Bartimeus  crying, 
Who  is  this  that  passes  by? 

Jesus!  Jesus!  Son  of  David! 
Mercy  grant,  or  else  I  die. 

2  Have  you  not  a  prayer  to  offer  ? 

Can  you  not  their  sorrows  feel  ? 
Think  on  what  their  souls  must  suffer, 
Till  the  Lord  their  blindness  heal. 

Chorus. 

3  They  have  come  to  Christ  their  Saviour, 

Ail  their  sins  on  him  were  laid  : 
While  they  supplicate  his  favor, 

Cheer  them  with  your  promised  aid. 
Chorus. 

4  Cannot  two  be  found  agreeing, 

Touching  what  you  seek  from  heaven? 
Hear  ye  not  the  Saviour  saying, 
Ask  in  faith,  it  shall  be  g*iven  ? 


Hallelujah  to  the  Saviour  ! 

Who  has  died  that  v:e  may  live  ; 
In  his  name  we  now  find  favor, 

And  the  blind  their  sight  receive. 


314  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  Open  now  your  eyes  and  view  him  ; 
Blind  they  are,  but  they  shall  see  » 
Hark  !  he  bids  you  hasten  to  him  ; 
Jesus  says,  "  Come  unto  me." 

CH0RU8. 

Hallelujah,  Sfc. 
6  Now  we  join  our  cheerful  voices, 
And  the  loud  hosanna  raise  ; 
While  the  angel-throng  rejoices, 
Loftier  be  our  notes  of  praise. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  !  JudaKs  Lion 

Leads  the  conquering  hosts  along 

Lo  !  the  pearly  gates  of  Zion 
Rise  in  echo  to  our  song. 


309 


C.  M. 


T>ELIGION  is  the  balm  of  life, 
-*-*'  Its  healing  virtues  feel : 
It  calms  the  soul  and  quells  all  strife ; 
It  melts  the  heart  of  steel. 

2  Religion  can  the  leper  cure, 

It  gives  the  blind  his  sight ; 
The  lame  it  makes  to  walk  secure, 
And  darkness  turns  to  light. 

3  Religion  makes  the  dumb  to  speak, 

The  deaf  may  hear  its  voice  ; 
The  man  his  withered  hand  may  reach, 
The  broken  heart  iejoice. 

4  Religion  breaks  the  bonds  of  death, 

It  bids  the  sleeper  rise  ; 
It  gives  the  palsied  sinner  health, 
And  all  his  wants  supplies. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  315 

Religion  will  the  passions  chide, 

The  stubborn  will  control : 
It  calms  our  fears,  expels  our  pride, 

And  sanctifies  the  soul. 
Religion  will  through  life  sustain ; 

And,  after  death  has  given 
Its  lingering  gasp  and  latest  pang, 

Will  take  us  home  to  heaven. 


310 


4  8s  and  2  6s. 
"\X  Y  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years 
-*-'-*•  Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 

Around  the  steady  pole  ; 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  through  boundless  deeps, 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 
2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly  : 
"  Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 

That  you  must  groan  and  die  !" 
8  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  house  must  shortly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue, 
T*  sing  above  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  to  endless  night. 

4  How  great  the  bliss,  how  great  the  wo, 
Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below, 

On  this  precarious  breath  ! 
The  Lord  of  nature  onlv  knows 
Whether  another  year  shall  close 

Ere  I  expire  in  death. 


316  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  Long  ere  the  sun  has  run  his  round, 
I  may  be  buried  under  ground, 

In  silence  there  to  rot : 
Alas!  an  hour  may  close  the  scene, 
And  ere  twelve  months  shall  roll  between, 

My  name  weilnigh  forgot. 

6  But  will  my  soul  be  then  extinct  ? 
And  cease  to  live,  and  cease  to  think? 

It  cannot,  cannot  be  ; 
No,  my  immortal  cannot  die  ; 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free  ? 

7  Will  mercy  then  her  arms  extend  ? 
Will  Jesus  be  the  sinner's  friend, 

And  heaven  thy  dwelling-place  ? 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear, 
And  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despair, 

Below  the  reach  of  grace  ? 

8  A  heaven  or  hell,  and  these  alone, 
Beyond  the  present  state  are  known — 

There  is  no  middle  state  : 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine, 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

9  Oh,  do  not  pass  this  as  a  dream  ! 
Vast  is  the  change,  whate'er  it  seem, 

To  poor,  unthinking  man  ; 
Lord,  at  thy  footstool  would  I  bow, 
Bid  conscience  plainly  tell  me  now, 

What  it  would  tell  me  then. 

10  If  in  destruction's  road  I  stray, 
Help  me  to  choose  the  better  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high ; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  317 

Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live 
As  I  would  fear  to  die. 

311  The  Eden  of  Love  * 

HOW  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  tha* 
await  me, 
In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest, 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall 
greet  me, 
And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared  for  the 
blest ! 
Encircled   with   light,    and   with  glory  en- 
shrouded, 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's    sky  un- 
clouded, 
I'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded, 
And  range  with  delight  thro'  the  Eden  of 
love. 

2  "While  angelic    legions,  with  harps  tuned 
celestial, 
Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
The  saints  as  they  flock  from  the  regions  ter- 
restrial, 
In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  shall  raise  : 
Their  songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo  through 

heaven, 
My  soul   shall  respond,   "To  Immanuel  be 

given, 
All  glory,  all  honor,  all  might,  all  dominion,', 
Who  brought  us  through  grace  to  the  Eden 
of  love. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  186. 


318  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Then,  hail,  blessed  state  !  hail,  ye  songsters 
of  glory  ! 
Ye   harpers  of  bliss,   soon  I'll  meet  you 
above, 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the 
story, 
Salvation   from    sorrow    through    Jesus's 
love ; 
Though  prisoned  in  clay,  yet  by  anticipation, 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  pro* 
bation: 
My  heart's  now  in  heaven,  the  Eden  of 
love. 

jj  J_  Ld  EVEXiyO  MEDITATIONS. 

T'LL  sing  my  Saviour's  grace,  and  his  dear 
-*-         name  I'll  praise, 

"While  in  this  land  of  sorrow  I  remain  ; 
My   troubles    soon   will   end,  and   my   sou] 
ascend, 
When  freed  from  this  dull  clog  of  cumber- 
ous  clay. 

2  A  pilgrim  here  below,  while  in  this  vale  cf 

wo, 
I  live  in  exile,  mourning  like  a  dove ; 
My  days  in  sorrow  roll,  and  my  weary  scul, 
With  earnest  longings,   pants   to    mount 

above. 

3  Tho'  few  my  days  have  been,  much  trouble 

have  I  seen, 
And  deep  afflictions  I  have  waded  through ; 
For  thorny  is  the  way  to  eternal  day ; 
Yet  forward  will  I  press,  and  onward  go. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  S 19 

4  Another  day  is  gone,   and  yon  declining 
sun 
Has  vailrd   his    radiant   beams   in    sable 
shades, 
While  g'oomy  darkness  reigns  o'er  the  exten- 
sive plains, 
And  awful  silence  closes  up  the  scene. 

I  Thus   rapid  flies  away  every  succeeding 
day, 
And  life's  declining  light  draws  to  a  close ; 
Thus  life's    short   setting  sun  will  soon   in 
death  go  down. 
And  lay  my  weary  limbs  in  sweet  repose. 

6  On  eagle  wings  of  love,  then  I  shall  mount 

above, 
And  find  my  passage  safe  to  endless  day ; 
Then  happy,  sweet  surprise,  what  great  new 

wonders  rise  ! 
When  freed  from  this  dull  clog  of  cumber- 

ous  clay. 

7  Oh,    what    a   glorious    sight !    and   what 

supreme  delight 
Will   strike    my   raptured    soul,    when   I 

behold — 
When  Salem's  gates  I  see,  open  wide  to  me, 
And  streets  of  glittering,  new,  transparent 

gold! 

fi  But  oh !  and  shall  I  then  behold  the  Friend 
of  men, 
The  man  who  suffered,  bled,  and  died  for 
me? 
Who  bore  my  load  of  sin,  sorrow,  grief,  and 
pain, 
To  make  me  happy,  and  to  set  me  free. 


820  MISCELLANEOUS. 

9  To  living  fountains  then,  and  rich  pasture* 

green, 
To  trees  of  paradise  he  leads  his  lambs; 
While  millions,  falling  down,  prostrate   all 

around, 
And  at  his  footstool  cast  their  glittering 

crowns. 

10  Ye  heavenly  arches  ring!  sing  hallelujah, 

_  sing. 
Hail  holy,  holy,  holy,  bleeding  Lamb  ; 
Once  I  was  dead  in  sin,  noi 

And  glory,  glory,  glory  to  his  name ! 


313 


L.  ML — Svppl 


»  .rY  Lord,  my  Life,  at  last  to  thee, 
-*^-*-  The  sinner's  Friend,  for  aid  I  fee  ; 
Nc  other  help,  nor  hope  have  I : 
Oh,  wilt  thou  let  the  sinner  die  ? 

2  Thy  name  is  love — to  me  make  known 
The  grace  for  which  I  pant  and  groan , 
Thou  only  canst  that  grace  supply  a 
Oh,  wilt  thou  let  the  sinner  die  ? 

3  My  guilt  I  own — 'tis  wholly  mine, 
The  power  to  save  is  only  thine ; 
Canst  thou  that  saving  power  deny! 
Oh,  wilt  thou  let  the  sinner  die  ? 

4  I  weep,  I  mourn — but  how  can  tears 
Wash  out  the  hardened  guilt  of  years  ? 
I  only  on  thy  bloc  1  r 

Oh,  wilt  thou  let  the  sinner  die  ? 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  10* 


MISCELLANEOUS.  321 

5  To  save  mv  soul  didst  thou  not  bleed  ? 
Dost  thou  not  live  to  intercede  ? 

My  Friend,  my  Advocate  on  high, 
Oh,  wilt  thou  let  the  sinner  die  ? 

6  Oh  no,  oh  no — my  soul  shall  live, 

And  Christ  shall  all  the  praise  receive — 
Shall  live  his  grace  to  testify — 
Thou  wilt  not  let  the  sinner  die. 


314 


Erin. 


TT^HILE  in  this  hostile  region, 
*  '     "Where  foes  surround  and  friends  are 
few, 
Oh.  give  me  pure  religion, 

To  cheer  me  on  my  journey  through; 
"What  pleasure,  what  treasure, 

The  soul  in  true  religion  finds  ! 
How  few  know,  what  joys  now, 

In  living  streams  to  pious  minds  I 
They  drink  those  streams  on  earth  below, 
But  when  to  that  bright  world  they  go, 
And  stand  on  Zion*s  holy  mount, 
They  drink  them  gushing  from  the  fount. 

When  life  and  light  are  waning, 

And  death's  dark  night  is  coming  on, 
On  Jesus'  bosom  leaning, 

1 11  rest  me  till  the  morning  dawn  : 
Victorious  and  glorious 

The  saints  shall  then  together  rise — 
Adoring  and  soaring, 

U  rise  to  realms  beyond  the  skies 
21 


322  MISCELLANEOUS. 

The  world  ne'er  saw  a  morn  like  this— ■ 
How  will  it  break  in  beams  of  bliss 
To  God's  redeemed,  who  mount  on  higk, 
No  more  to  mourn — no  more  to  die ! 


315 


"Field  of  Battle"* 


TV.  H. 


TjiIRMLY,  brethren,  firmly  stand, 
-*~    All  united,  heart  and  hand, 
One  unbroken,  valiant  band, 
Dauntless,  brave,  and  true ; 

CHORUS. 

Die  in  the  field  of  battle, 

Die  in  the  field  of  battle, 

Die  in  the  field  of  battle. 

Glory  in  your  view. 

2  Lift  your  standard,  lift  it  high, 
Raise  the  Christian  battle-cry, 
Christ,  your  glorious  leader,  nigh. 

Calls  aloud  to  you — 

Die  in  the  field  of  battle,  Sfc. 

3  Once  our  father  freemen  cried, 
"  Victory  or  death"  betide  ; 
But  with  Jesus  on  our  side, 

Death  and  vict'ry  too  ; 

Die  in  the  field  of  battle,  <5*C 

4  There  to  die  the  battle  won, 
There  to  fall  the  warfare  done, 
Glory  brighter  than  the  sun, 

Then  our  promised  due  : 

Die  in  the  field  of  battle,  $c. 


*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  96. 


MISCELLANEOUS*.  323 

5  Glorious  thus  for  Christ  to  die, 
And  with  Christ  to  reign  on  high ; 
There  with  victor  hosts  to  cry, 

Christ  hath  brought  us  through : 
Die  in  the  field  of  bat:'. 

6  Christ,  our  Captain's  name,  we  boast, 
Quells  the  dark  Satanic  host ; 

Fall  we  then,  each  at  his  post — 
Fall  as  Christians  do ; 

Die  in  the  field  of  battle,  <5*c. 


316 


Troubadour.* 

THE   CHRISTIAN    \ 


TTAPPY  the  spirit  released  from  its  clay; 
■"■  Happy    the    soul   that    goes    bounding 

away ; 
Singing,  as  upward  it  hastes  to  the  skies, 
Victory!  victory  !  homeward  I  rise. 

2  Many  the  toils  it  has  passed  through  be- 

low, 
Many  the  seasons  of  trial  and  wo ; 
Many  the  doubtings  it  never  should  sing 
Victory  !  victory  !  thus  on  the  wing. 

3  There  lies  the  wearisome  body  at  rest ; 
Closed  are  its  eyelids,  and  quiet  its  breast ; 
But  the  glad  spirit,  on  pinions  of  light, 
Victory  !  victory  !   sings  in  its  flight. 

4  "While  we  are  weeping  our  friends  gone 

from  earth, 
Angels  are  singing  their  heavenly  birth : 
Welcome,  oh  welcome  to  our  happy  shore; 
Victory  !  victory  !  weep  ye  no  more. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  12. 


324  MISCELLANEOI)  S. 

5  How  can  we  wish  them  recalled  from  thei* 

home, 

Longer  in  sorrowing  exile  to  roam  ? 

Safely  they  passed  from   their  troubles  be- 
neath, 

Victory  !  victory !  shouting  in  death. 

6  Thus  let  them  slumber,  till  Christ,  froif 

the  skies, 
Bids  them  in  glorified  bodies  arise ; 
Singing,   as  upward  they  spring  from   the 

tomb,  , 

Victory !  victory !  ^Tesus  hath  come  ! 

31  fm  Tr pub  a  dour* 

J-    I  "JOYFULLY,  JOYFULLY."— TT.  H. 

TOYFULLY,  joyfully,  onward  I  move, 

^    Bound   for   the   land   of  bright    spirit! 

above ; 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

2  Soon  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  that  land  of  delight  will  I  go : 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam; 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 

3  Friends  fondly  cherished  have  passed  oq 

before,  / 

Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  that 

shore  ; 
Singing,  to  cheer  me  throughdeath's  chilling 

gloom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

1 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  12. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  325 

4  Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear! 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

£  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me 

low, 
Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I  fear  not  the  blow; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb; 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 

6  Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  banished,  his  scepter  be  gone ; 
Joyfully  then  shall  I  witness  his  doom ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


318 


C.  M.—  Devotion. 

vr.  D.  L. 


/^OME,  trembling  sinner,  from  thy  seat, 

And  bow  before  the  Lord: 
Fall  as  a  mourner  at  his  feet, 
And  hang  upon  his  word. 

Why  should  you  stray  and  cease  to  strive, 

Or  drive  your  fears  away, 
Since  you  may  come  to  Christ,  and  live 

In  that  eternal  day  ? 

Oh,  why  let  sin  allure  your  heart, 

Or  fill  your  souls  with  pain  ? 
Can  you  with  every  blessing  part, 

Eternal  wo  to  gain  ? 

Come,  while  you  may,  to  Christ  and  live, 

For  life  will  soon  be  done  ; 
Oh,  come,  and  to  the  Saviour  give 

That  guilty  heart  of  stone. 


326  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  No  longer  vain  excuses  frame, 
But  venture  as  you  are  : 
The  dumb,  the  blind,  the  halt,  the  lame, 
May  all  his  blessings  share. 

6  Come,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  feel, 

Come,  trusting  in  his  grace  ; 
He  will  the  work  of  pardon  seal, 
On  all  who  seek  his  face. 

7  Come,  while  the  voice  of  Jesus  calls, 

In  accents  full  and  clear ; 
And  mercy's  sweetest  language  falls 
Inviting  on  thine  ear. 

8  The  Saviour  stands,  thy  cause  to  plead, 

Before  the  throne  above ; 
Come,  in  thine  hour  of  greatest  need, 
And  feel  his  pardoning  love. 

319  LK 

WHEN  morning  pours  its  golden  rays 
O'er  hill  and  vale,  o'er  earth  and  sea 
My  heart  unbidden  swells  in  praise, 
Father  of  light  and  life,  to  thee. 

2  When   night  from    heaven    steals  darkly 
down, 
And  throws  its  robe  o'er  lawn  and  lea ; 
My  saddened  spirit  seeks  thy  throne, 
And  bows  in  worship  still  to  thee. 

8  If  tempests  sweep  the  angry  sky, 

Or  sunbeams  smile  on  flower  and  tree, 
If  joy  or  sorrow  brim  the  eye, 
Father  in  heaven,  I  turn  to  thee. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  32*3 


320 


T:.-:  Sunset  Tree.* 

W.  H. 


T  OVE  !  love  :  love  ! 

-^  Love  for  the  fallen  weak ! — 

From  the  realms  of  joy  he  fled, 
The  lost  in  sin  to  seek, 

And  to  bring  to  life  the  dead  ; 
He  left  his  glorious  throne, 

And  his  angel  hosts  above, 
And  claimed  us  for  his  own : 

It  was  love,  unbounded  love. 

2  Love  !  love !  love  !    . 

Love  for  the  sick  and  faint ! — 

'Twas  love  his  footsteps  moved 
Where  sorrow  dwelt  he  went, 

And  the  poor  his  friendship  proved; 
The  haunts  of  grief  he  sought, 

And  the  dungeons  of  despair  ; 
And  oh  !   what  deeds  he  wrought 

For  the  sick  and  dying  there  ! 

3  Love  !  love  !  love  ! 

Love  on  the  cross  displayed ! 

The  Prince  of  Life  to  bleed  ! 
In  death's  damp  prison  laid  !  — 

It  was  love,  pure  love  indeed! 
For  us  from  death  arose  '. — 

He  arose  and  went  on  high — 
He  triumphed  o'er  our  foes, 

And  he  lives  no  more  to  die. 

4  Love  !  love  !  love ! 

Love  on  the  throne  of  heaven ! 
He  changes  not  his  name ; 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  126. 


328  MISCELLANEOUS. 

AH  power  to  him  is  given, 
And  his  love  is  still  the  same; 

And  we  shall  share  his  throne, 
For  he  died  and  lives  for  this ; 

Bright  heaven  shall  be  our  own — 
An  eternity  of  bliss ! 

qo-i    11, 11, 12, 1£— Bower  of  Prayer  * 

•SLY  w.  h. 

"  Tell  my  brethren  of  the  Pittsburgh  Conference  that  I 
died  at  iny  post.'7 — Dying  words  of  Bev.  Thomas  Drum 
mond. 

A  WAY  from  his  home  and  the  friends  of 
-^*-       his  youth, 

He  hasted,  the  herald  of  mercy  and  truth , 
For  the  love  of  his  Lord,  and  to  seek  for  the 

lost; 
Soon,  alas  !  was  his  fall — but  he  died  at  his 

post. 

2  The  strangers  eye   wept,   that,  in  life's 

brightest  bloom, 
One  gifted  so  highly  should  sink  to  the  tomb  ; 
For  in  ardor  he  led  in  the  van  of  the  host, 
And  he  fell  like  a  soldier — he  died  at  his  post 

3  He  wept  not  himself  that  his  warfare  waf 

done ; — 
he  battle  was  fought,  and  the  victory  won : 
But  he  whispered  of  those  whom  his  heart 

clung  to  most, 
M  Tell  my  brethren,  for  me,  that  I  died  at  my 

post." 


*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  77,  or  p.  168,  or  p.  17& 


MISCELLANEOUS.  329 

4  B«  asfced  not  a  stone  to  be  sculptured  with 
verse ; 

He  asked  not  that  fame  should  his  merits  re- 
hearse ; 

But  he  asked  as  a  boon,  when  he  gave  up  the 
ghost, 

That  his  brethren  might  know  that  he  died 
at  his  post. 

6  Victorious  his  fall — for  he  rose  as  he  fell, 
With  Jesus,  his  Master,  in  glory  to  dwell; 
He   has   passed    o'er   the    stream,    and   haa 

reached  the  bright  coast. 
For  he  fell  like  a  martyr — he  died  at  his  post. 

6  And  can  we  the  words  of  his  exit  forget? 
Oh !  no,  they  are  fresh  in  our  memory  yet ; 
An  example  so  brilliant  shall  never  be  lost, 
We  will  fall  in  the  work — we  will  die  at  our 
post. 


O  O  O  ^°  wer  °f  Prayer'  * 

*J  mJ  mid        u  WO,  WO,  TO   THE   SINNER."— W.  H. 

\V^O,  wo,  to  the  sinner,  who  lives  in  his  sin ; 

"  "    Unrighteous  without  and  unholy  within : 

Each  thought  of  his  heart  and  each  look  of 

his  eye 
Is  tainted  with  sin  : — and  his  doom  is  to  die. 

2  Wo,  wo,  to  the  sinner ;  his  hopes,  bright, 

but  vain, 
Will  turn  to   despair,  and  his  pleasures  to 

pain; 
To  whom  in  the  day  of  distress  will  he  fly  ? 
Forsaken  of  God ; — and  his  doom  is  to  die. 

*  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  77. 


330  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Wo,  wo,  to  the  sinner ;  his  deeds  of  dark 

night 
Shall  all  be  revealed  by  eternity's  light ; 
Like  spectres  of  horror  shall  each  meet  hig 

eye; 
Too  late  then  to  pray,  for  his  doom  is  to  die, 

4  "Wo,  wo,  to  the  sinner,  who  lives  at  his  ease, 
Expecting  long  years  of  enjoyment  and  peace; 
His  barns  he  may  build,  and  his  hopes  may 

be  high, 
But  God  hath  declared  that  his  doom  is  to 
die. 

5  Wo,  vro,  to  the  sinner,  in  gaudy  array, 
Who  feasts  in  profusion  from  day  unto  day ; 
For  water,  alas  !   soon  in  vain  will  he  cry, 
Tormented  in  flames  : — for  his  doom  is  to  die, 

6  Wo,  wo,  to  the  sinner,  who  will  not  repent ; 
To  hell  shall  his  sin-burdened  spirit  be  sent ; 
Forever  in  that  fearful  prison  to  lie — 

No  hope  for  him  there: — oh!  his  doom  is  tf 
die. 


323 


C.  ML 


/~\H !  no,  we  cannot  sing  the  song 

"   Formed  for  Jehovah's  praise  ; 

Our  sorrowing  harps  refuse  their  strings 

lo  Zioms  gladsome  lays. 
They  bid  us  be  in  mirthful  mood, 

And  dry  these  tears  so  sad ; 
But  Judah's  hearths  are  desolate, 

And  how  can  we  be  glad? 


MISCELLANEOUS.  331 

Silent  our  harps  o'er  Babel's  stream 

Are  hung,  on  willows  wet ; 
And  Zion  we  no  more  shall  see — 

But  can  we  e'er  forget  ? 
Jerusalem,  thy  banished  ones 

Prove  anguish  and  regret, 
But  Heaven's  own  curse  shall  rest  on  them 

If  thee  they  e'er  forget. 


324 


C.  Bf. 


A  FFLICTIOXS,  though  they  seem  severe, 
-^  In  mercy  oft  are  sent  : 
They  stopped  the  prodigal's  career, 
And  caused  him  to  repent. 

2  Although  he  no  relentings  felt, 

Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt 
When  famine  pinched  him  sore. 

3  "What  have  I  gained  by  sin,"  he  said, 

"But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear? 
My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  here. 

4  "I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done. 

Fall  down  before  his  face ; 

Unworthy  to  be  called  his  son, 

I'll  seek  a  servant's  place." 

6  His  father  saw  him  coming  back, 
He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smiled ; 
Then  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child.    ■ 


332  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  "Father,  I've  sinned,  but  oh,  forgive  ln 

"Enough,"  the  father  said, 
"Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 
For  whom  I  mourned  as  dead. 

7  "Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 

Go  spread  the  news  around, 

My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again, 

Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 

8  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home ; 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 
And  welcomes  all  that  come. 


325 


Jerusalem!  built  grandlt  high. — *w. 


JERUSALEM  !  built  grandly  high, 
^    Above  the  storms  of  wo  ! 
My  bounding  soul  to  thee  would  fly, 

Nor  longer  stay  below ; 
Far  over  mountain,  over  vale, 

Far  over  spreading  plains 
Would  stretch  her  pinions  to  the  gale, 

And  speed  that  rest  to  gain. 
2  0  day  of  bliss  !  0  hour  more  blest! 

On,  wished-for  moment,  roll, 
When  I  with  joy  shall  sink  to  rest, 

Shall  render  up  my  soul 
Into  the  faithful  hand  of  God, 

Whose  guarantee  must  stand, 
To  take  it  to  his  own  abode, 

In  yonder  father-land. 
8  The  spirit,  swiftly  springing  hence, 

The  firmament  shall  cleave, 
And  softly,  strangely  passing  thence, 

This  lower  sphere  shall  leave  ; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  333 

Borne  up,  Elijah-like,  afar, 

By  happy  angel  bands, 
"Who  throng  about  the  rising  car, 

And  clasp  it  rath  their  hands. 

i  All  hail,  ye  ever-glorious  towers  ! 

Ye  gates  divine,  unclose ! 
How  strong  my  wish  !  how  long  the  hours 

Since  heavenward  hope  arose ! 
Ere  passed  rny  years  of  vanity, 

Ere  vanished  mortal  strife, 
And  ere  my  God  had  granted  me 

The  boon  of  endless  life. 

5  "What  multitudes  of  heavenly  birth 

Have  passed  those  portals  bright! 
Redeemed  from  sin,  the  choice  of  earth: 

I  see  them  clothed  in  white  ! 
They  were  my  crown  of  joy  below 

Best  gift  from  Jesus'  hand, 
While  yet,  in  yonder  vale  of  wo, 

I  joined  their  pilgrim-band. 

6  Prophets  and  patriarchs  of  yore, 

And  humbler  saints  in  throngs, 
Who  once  the  cross  so  meekly  bore, 

And  persecutors'  wrongs, 
I  see  in  gloriousness  upborne, 

In  blissful  freedom  stray, 
Vestured  with  radiance  like  the  morn, 

And  crowned  with  streaming  day. 

7  Oh  !  when  I  reach,  on  gladsome  wing, 

My  beauteous  paradise, 
What  songs  of  praise  my  tongue  shail  sing, 
What  joys  shall  in  me  rise  I 


834  MISCELLANEOUS. 

"While  hallelujahs  clear  and  strong 
King  through  the  spheres  of  love, 

And  high  hosannas  sweep  along 
Th'  eternal  years  above. 

8  The  jubilatic  peals  of  song 

In  myriad  strains  shall  rise, 
And  shake  with  loudest  thunder-tongue 

The  concave  of  the  skies, — 
With  thousand  thousand  trumps  and  lyre*, 

And  vocal  tones  sublime 
Shall  roll,  as  when  the  angel  choirs 

Shouted  the  morn  of  time. 

326  Poor  Mary. 

T  OVE  sounds  in  her  sighs,  love  flows  from 
■"       her  eyes, 

How  pensive  she  utters  her  moan; 
The  stone  is  removed,  lost  is  all  that  she 
loved, 

Ah,  Mary !  ah,  Mary  !  the  Master  is  gone ! 

2  But  in  vain  was  my  care,  those  perfumes 
to  prepare, 
And  attempt  to  embalm  him  alone, 
Taken  hence  from  my  view,  what,  alas!  can 
I  do? 
Ah,  Mary  !  ah,  Mary  !  the  Master  Is  gone! 

8  But  alas !  'tis  in  vain  to  seek  ease  from  mj 
pain, 
From  those  bosoms  as  callous  as  stone ; 
None  on  earth  seem  to  calm,  by  sweet  sym  ■ 
pathy's  balm, 
A  heart  full  of  sighs,  for  the  Master  that'l 
gone. 


MISCELLANEOUS  335 

4  Hallelujahs  arise:  Oh.  assist  me,  ye  skies, 
And  rejoice  with  a  mortal  who  mourned  ! 

Hence!   sorrow,  hence!    care,   to  the  winds 
with  despair ! 
Raboni,  Raboni,  the  Master's  returned! 


327 


C.  M. 


f~^  OD  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints 
^^  Their  groans  affect  his  ears  : 
He  has  a  book  for  their  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  their  tears. 

2  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night, 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

S  Let  those  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 
Till  the  fair  harvest  come ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessing  home. 


328 


5ITRCT  5   FRZE. — A.  T.  W. 


T>Y  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying, 
-•-'On  the  tree,  on  the  tree ; 
To  every  nation  he  is  crying, 
"  Look  to  me,  look  to  me  !" 
He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  near, 
Repent,  believe,  dismiss  their  fear — 
Hark!  hark!  what  precious  words  I  hear! 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 


336  MISCELLA*  EOOS. 

2  Did  Christ,  when  I  was  s?n  pursuing, 

Pity  me,  pity  me  ? 
And  did  he  snatch  my  soul  from  ruin? 

Can  it  be,  can  it  be? 
Oh,  yes  !   he  did  salvation  bring — 
He  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King— * 
And  now  my  happy  soul  can  sing, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

3  Jesus,  the  mighty  God,  hath  p,pjkea 

Peace  to  me,  peace  to  me  ; 
Now  all  my  chains  of  sin  arc  broken 

I  am  free,  I  am  free ; 
Soon  as  I  in  his  name  believed, 
The  Holy  Spirit  I  received, 
And  Christ  from  death  my  soul  retrieved, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

4  Jesus  my  weary  soul  refreshes, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free ; 
And  every  moment  Christ  is  precious 

Unto  me,  unto  me: 
None  can  describe  the  bliss  I  prove, 
While  through  this  wilderness  I  rove- 
All  may  enjoy  the  Saviour's  love, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

6  This  precious  truth,  ye  sinners,  hear  it, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free — 
Ye  ministers  of  God,  declare  it, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free — 
Visit  the  heathen's  dark  abode, 
Proclaim  to  all  the  love  of  God, 
And  spread  the  glorious  news  abroad, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  837 

6  Long  as  I  live  I'll  still  be  crying, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free — 
Ani  this  shall  be  my  theme  when  dying, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free  : 
And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  passed, 
"When  lodged  above  the  stormy  blast, 
I'll  sing,  while  endless  ages  last, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 


329 


L.  M. — Simeon. 


TDLESSED  hour,  when  mortal  man  retires, 
•***  To  hold  communion  with  his  God, 
To  send  to  heaven  his  warm  desires, 
And  listen  to  his  sacred  word. 

2  Blessed  hour!  when  earthly  cares  resign 
Their  empire  o'er  his  anxious  breast; 
While  all  around,  the  calm  divine, 
Proclaims  the  holy  day  of  rest. 

S  Blessed   hour !   when  God  himself  draws 
nigh, 
Well  pleased  his  people's  voice  to  hear- 
To  list  the  penitential  sigh, 

And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

4  Blessed  hour !  for  then  where  He  resorts, 

Foretastes  of  future  bliss  are  given; 
And  mortals  find  his  earthly  courts 
The  house  of  God — the  gate  of  heaven. 

5  Hail !  blissful  hour !  supremely  blessed 

Amid  the  hours  of  earthly  care : 
The  hour  that  yields  the  spirit  rest — 
The  sacred  hour — the  hour  of  prayer. 
22 


S38  MISCELLANEOUS. 

C.  M. 


330 


RESIGNATION. 


TTAPPY  the  man  whose  bliss  supreme 
-"■  Flows  from  a  source  on  high, 
And  flows  in  one  perpetual  stream, 
When  earthly  springs  are  dry. 

2  If  Providence  their  comforts  shroud, 

And  dark  distresses  lour, 
Hope  paints  its  rainbow  on  the  cloud, 
And  grace  shines  through  the  shower. 

3  What  troubles  can  their  hearts  o'erwhelm 

Who  view  a  Saviour  near  ? 
Whose  Father  sits  and  guides  the  helm — 
Whose  voice  forbids  their  fear? 

4  Let  tempests  rage,  and  billows  rise, 

And  mortal  firmness  shrink : 
Their  anchor  fastens  in  the  skies — 
Their  bark  no  more  can  sink. 

5  God  is  their  joy  and  portion  still, 

When  earthly  good  retires  ; 
And  shall  their  hearts  sustain  and  fill, 
When  earth  itself  expires. 

OQ1  4  8s,  2  6s. 

O  O  X  the  PASTOR'S  BENEFIT 

rPHOU  God  of  mercy,  light,  and  lore, 
■*•   Look  from  thy  holy  throne  above* 

And  tune  our  hearts  to  praise ; 
Bestow  thy  blessing  on  us  here, 
And  let  us  feel  thy  presence  near, 

As  we  our  voices  raise. 
2  We  meet,  this  eve,  our  pastor  dear, 
Our  gifts  to  bring,  thy  heart  to  cheer, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  339 

And  aid  thee  on  thy  way : 
Nor  this  alone  ;   we  fain  would  prove 
That  ours  are  hearts  of  grateful  love ; 

Accept  the  attempt,  we  pray. 

3  We  bring  with  these  our  wishes  true, 
That  Heaven's  best  gifts  may  rest  on  you, 

With  all  on  earth  you  love  ; 
And  may  our  love,  thus  feebly  shown,  • 
Cement  the  tie  around  us  thrown, 

Till  we  shall  meet  above. 

4  Oh,  may  thy  labors  here  be  blessed ; 
May  we  accept  the  promised  rest, 

And  souls  to  thee  be  given ; 
Till  we  shall  all  our  pastor  greet, 
In  that  bright  world  where  saints  shall  meet 

And  swell  the  songs  of  heaven. 

OOO  C.  M.— double, 

*Jv*rf  HYMN  TO  THE  TRINITY. — *VT.  H. 

OH,  praise  the  Lord !  his  name  extol, 
The  God  of  skill  and  might ; 
Who  formed  my  body,  breathed  my  soul, 

And  gave  me  life  and  light :  — 
My  Father,  whose  paternal  care, 

To  me  from  childhood  shown, 
Exceeds  my  effort  to  declare, 

Exceeds  what  I  have  known. 
2  Oh,  praise  the  Lord  !  adore  his  grace, 

My  God,  my  only  trust  ; 
The  Son,  who,  loving  our  lost  race. 

United  with  our  dust : — 
My  Saviour,  who  for  me  has  given 

His  all-atoning  blood, 
To  raise  me  up  from  earth  to  heaven, 

From  wretchedness  to  God. 


340  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Oh,  praise  the  Lord!  the  Holy  One, 

My  God,  who  seals  my  peace ; 
Sent  by  the  Father  and  the  Son 

To  guide  me  home  to  blios : — 
My  Comforter,  whose  quickening  pcwer 

Assists  me  day  by  day  ; 
Whose  counsels  in  the  darkest  hour 

My  trembling  spirit  stay. 

4  Oh,  praise  the  Lord !  whose  name  is  love, 

To  Him  like  incense  rise 
Perpetual  praise  from  all  that  move, 

In  earth  and  in  the  skies. 
Praise  to  the  ever-blessed  Lord  I 

The  Triune  God  adore; 
Extol  the  Father  and  the  Word 

And  Spirit  evermore. 

6  As  angel  bands  in  glory  sing 

The  holy,  holy  song, 
So  shall  our  hallelujahs  ring 

Earth's  hills  and  vales  amorgr 
Till  every  land  and  every  sea, 

Shall  echo  back  the  strain, 
And  Gvod,  the  glorious  One  in  Three, 

In  every  heart  shall  reign. 


333 


CHILD'S  MORNING  UTMN— REV.  T.  0.  SUJIMEBA 


H^HE  morniug  bright, 

-■-    With  rosy  light, 
Has  waked  me  up  from  sleep — 

Father,  I  own 

Thy  love  alone 
Thy  little  one  doth  keep, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  341 

2  All  through  the  day, 
I  humbly  pray, 

Be  thou  my  guard  and  guide : 

My  sins  forgive, 

And  let  me  live, 
Blessed  Jesus,  near  thy  side. 

3  Oh,  make  me  rest 
"Within  thy  breast, 

Great  Spirit  of  all  grace— 

Make  me  like  thee, 

Then  shall  I  be 
Prepared  to  see  thy  face. 

Zrs'  TESTE   BUBO  1ST   O'SEB   GOTT. 

This  famous  hymn  was  composed  by  Martin  Luther 
on  his  way  to  Angdbargh,  A.  D.  1530,  and  ■  sung  during 
the  Diet,  in  all  the  churches  of  Saxony." 


334 


In  the  metre  of  the  original. 
w.  m.  nuns. 


A    STROXG  tower  is  the  Lord  out  God, 
-^*-  To  shelter  and  defend  us  ; 
Our  shield  His  arm,  our  sword  his  rod, 

Against  our  foes  befriend  us  : 
That  Ancient  Enemy — 
His  gathering  powers  we  see, 
His  terrors  and  his  toils  ; 
Tet,  victory,  with  its  spoils, 

N)t  earth,  but  Heaven  shall  send  us! 

2  Though,  wrestling  with  the  wrath  of  hellf 

No  might  of  man  avail  us, 
Our  Captain  is  Immanuel, 

And  angel-comrades  hail  us ! 
Still  challenge  ye  his  name  ? 
"Chbist,  in  the  flesh  who  came— 


342  MISCELLANEOUS. 

"The  Lord,  the  Lord  of  hosts  !" 
Our  cause  his  succor  boasts  ; 
And  God  shall  never  fail  us ! 

3  Though  earth  by  peopling  fiends  be  trod, 
Embattled  all,  yet  hidden, — 

And  though  their  proud  usurping  god 

O'er  thrones  and  shrines  have  stridden,-* 

Nay!   let  them  stand  revealed, 

And  darken  all  the  field, — 

We  fear  not ;  fall  they  must! 

The  Word,  wherein  we  trust, 
Their  triumph  hath  forbidden. 

4  While  mighty  truth  with  us  remains, 
Hell's  arts  shall  move  us  never, 

Nor  parting  friendships,  honors,  gains, 

Our  love  from  Jesus  sever  : 
They  leave  us  when  they  part — 
With  Him — a  peaceful  heart; 
And  when  from  dust  we  rise, 
Death  yields  us,  as  he  dies, 

The  crown  of  life  forever ! 


335 


AUTUMN  HYMN. — *W.  H. 

T^OW  sendest  thou  thine  autumn,  Lordt 
-*-^    Now  sinking  southward  at  thy  word, 

The  sun  withdraws  his  rays ; 
In  cloudy  veil  conceals  his  sight, 
And  with  a  waning,  feeble  light, 

Metes  out  the  stinted  days. 
The  milder  season  now  is  gone, 
And  fiercer  blasts  come  hurrying  on, 

Through  bleak,  denuded  vales ; 
The  latest  flowers  their  heads  must  bow 
Per  autumn's  colder  breathings  now 

Sweep  o'er  the  hills  and  dales. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  343 

8  Now  heavy  mists  around  us  rise, 
Nor  harvest  blessings  greet  our  eyes 

O'er  all  the  widespread  plain ; 
How  are  the  lovely  fields  laid  waste  ! 
And  nature,  worn  with  toil,  makes  haste 

Her  winter  rest  to  gain. 

4  The  fowls,  that  shun  the  frosts  severe, 
For  more  congenial  climates  steer 

Far  over  land  and  flood : 
Thou  dost  conduct  their  flitting  hosts 
And  point  the  path  to  destined  coasts, 

And  sate  with  needful  food. 

5  No  harshness  of  the  icy  north 
Drives  us,  migrating  wanderers,  forth, 

From  our  warm  dwellings  torn  ; 
Here  dost  thou  still  our  food  prepare, 
And  we  expect  thy  guardian  care, 

Renewed  each  winter  morn. 

6  We  own  thy  hand  from  day  to  day, 
As  boisterous  winds  around  us  play 

And  winter  rudely  roars  ; 
For  thy  good  Providence  ordains 
That  earth  both  man  and  beast  sustains 

"With  summer-garnered  stores. 

#  0  thou  that  screen'st  the  weak  from  harms. 
And  round  the  poor  dost  throw  thine  arms* 

Almighty  helper,  thou ! 
Support  us  as  our  strength  decays, 
And  let  us,  in  our  wintry  days, 

Still  share  thy  love  as  now. 

8  With  life -long  blessings  wilt  thou  bless, 
If  we  with  pious  carefulness 


344  MISCELLANEOUS. 

To  seek  thy  grace  engage : 
And  he  that  does  his  work  in  truth 
Will  ne'er  have  cause  to  curse  his  yonUi 

In  his  declining  age. 


336 


AN  EVENING  MEDITATION. — *W.  1 
PART   FIRST. 


T'M  travelling  to  another  sphere, 
■*-  But  is  it  one  of  blessing? 
And  when  my  race  is  finished  here, 
Will  angel  arms,  caressing, 
Around  my  trembling  soul  be  thrown, 
To  make  my  courage  bold  ? 

Will  they  uphold, 
And  to  the  Holy  One 
Bear  me  upon  their  wings  of  gold  ? 

2  How  glorious  are  the  heavens  above, 
Their  myriad  beams  combining ! 

Faint  image  of  my  Father's  love, 
Forever  brightly  shining : 
Oh,  what  a  boundless  field  is  there 
For  endless  blessedness ! 

Ah,  who  can  guess 
What  Jesus  may  prepare 
For  those  whom  he  delights  to  bless. 

3  Thou  highest  Good  !  how  oft  by  night, 
In  stillness  have  I  met  thee : 

&ow  often  in  the  sunbeams  bright, 
Do  I,  alas,  forget  thee ! 
As  clouds  obscure  the  brightest  star, 
So  the  world's  bustling  noise, 

Its  gilded  toys, 
And  loads  of  useless  care, 
Mhke  us  lose  sight  of  heavenly  joys. 


MISCELLANEOJS.  345 

4  The  heavens  invite  our  earth-bound  soulfl, 

The  day  out-beaming  brightly, 
The  sun  that  o'er  us  smiling  rolls, 
The  stars  of  beauty  nightly  : 
"Come  up,"  the  burning  sunbeams  shout^ 
"Come  up,"  the  moon  replies: 

And  all  the  skies 
Send  thrilling  voices  out, 
To  bid  us  from  the  dust  arise. 


337 


PART   SECOND. 


OOUL,  why  to  earth  a  toiling  slave. 
^  When  those  bright  heavens  are  o'er  thee? 
The  earth  can  give  thee  but  a  grave; 
The  heavens,  unending  glory : 
That  is  thy  sphere,  thy  native  home, 
Then  rise,  my  soul,  and  shine 

In  robes  divine  ; 
The  Saviour  bids  thee  come 
And  make  eternal  pleasures  thine. 

2  He  who  prefers  the  worldly  throng, 
Whom  worldly  glitter  pleases, 

Cannot  to  Christ  the  Lord  belong, 
The  world-reproving  Jesus : 
Here  let  me  stand,  and  look  within 
My  heart's  great  deep,  and  say, 

Whither  away 
My  soul  had  fled — where  been 
If  sudden  death  had  come  to-day  ? 

3  Have  I  attended  to  his  voice  ? 
Waked  from  my  sinful  slumbers  ? 

Faithful  to  him  from  whom  my  joys 
Have  flowed  in  countless  numbers  ? 


346  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Cast  up  thy  account,  my  soul,  and  sec- 
Come  to  his  throne,  and  bring 

Thy  reckoning; 
Nor  seek,  through  shame,  to  flee 
The  presence  of  thy  Judge  and  King. 

4  'Tis  faith  alone  beholds  the  crown, 
Faith  in  atoning  merit; 

And  when  the  world  to  hell  sinks  down, 
Faith  shall  the  throne  inherit; 
Reflect  thereon — this  saving  faith, 
Which,  whosoever  hath 

In  Him  who  bled, 
Gives  in  the  hour  of  death 
Soft  pillows  for  the  languid  head. 

5  Reflect  thereon — that  thus  the  time 
May  not  unheeded  fly  thee ; 

But  for  his  holy  heaven  sublime, 
The  Saviour  sanctify  thee; 
"With  Him  to  live  is  all  to  have ! 
This  I  shall  fully  prove, 

"Where  all  is  love  ; 
The  body  in  the  grave, 
The  soul  caught  up  to  bliss  above. 


338 


S   M. 

THE   SABBATH. 


C IX  days  the  Lord  employed, 
^  In  building  earth  and  heaven, 
And  then  this  day  of  rest  enjoyed. 
The  brightest  of  the  seven. 

2  When  Christ  our  Saviour  slept 
In  death's  sepulchral  gloom, 
The  wakeful  B.oman  soldiers  kept 
Their  vigils  round  his  tomb. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  347 

8  Vain  effort  of  his  foes ! 

To  chain  the  God  of  might! 

On  this  glad  morning  he  arose, 

And  put  them  all  to  flight. 

4  When  closed  this  earthly  scene, 
And  time  and  judgment  past, 
A  Sabbath-day  shall  then  begin, 
That  evermore  shall  last. 

6  Then  hallowed  be  this  day ! 

The  day  my  Saviour  blessed; — 
The  token  of  his  victory, 
The  type  of  heavenly  rest. 


339 


L.  M. 
■OBimra  praise. - 


FATHER  in  heaven  !   the  morning  rays 
Teach  me  to  lift  my  heart  in  praise; 
Day  after  day  declares  thy  love, 
All  worlds  beyond,  all  thoughts  above. 

2  In  night's  dark  stillness,  every  hour 
Proclaims  thy  all  protecting  power  ; 
And  as  the  sun  mounts  up  the  sky. 
My  soul  would  leap  with  him  on  high. 

B  Out  of  the  chambers  of  the  east 
He  hastes  as  to  a  marriage-feast, 
Rejoicing  in  the  joy  he  yields 
To  hills  and  vales,  and  floods  and  fields. 

4t  Far  as  his  beams  on  earth  are  thrown, 
So  far,  0  Lord,  thy  grace  is  shown ; 
Bright  as  he  shines  in  heaven  above, 
Bo  brightly  shines  thy  glorious  lore. 


348  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  Father,  accept  my  humble  song, 
And  lead  me  by  thy  truth  along; 
That  I,  rejoicing  like  the  sun, 
May  all  my  race  of  duty  run. 


340 


C.  ML 

TEE    LORD'S   PRAYER.— PARAPHRASE. — W.  H. 


OUR  heavenly  Father !  let  thy  namt 
Be  hallowed  and  adored ; 
Thou  art  forevermore  the  same 
Indulgent,  Sovereign  Lord. 

2  In  this  rebellious  realm,  let  sin 

To  righteousness  give  place; 

Thy  kingdom  in  all  hearts  begin 

The  reign  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  Reclaim  us  from  our  sinful  fall ; 

Let  quickening  grace  be  given; 
Thy  -will  be  done  in  earth,  by  all; 
As  it  is  done  in  heaven. 

4  In  thine  unfailing,  boundless  lovey 

Give  us  our  daily  bread ; 
And  with  the  manna  from  abcve, 
Oh,  let  our  souls  be  fed. 

5  Who  can  discharge  the  mighty  debt, 

We  to  thy  justice  owe? 
Forgive  the  sins  that  we  commit, 
As  we  forgiveness  show. 

6  Permit  us  not,  with  wayward  feet, 

In  dangerous  paths  to  stray; 
But  with  preventing  influence  meet, 
And  show  the  Living  Way. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  349 

7  Oh,  save  us  from  the  tempter's  spite  I 

Satan  must  bow  to  thee ; 
For  thine  the  kingdom  and  the  might;— 
And  thine  the  glory  be. 

8  Forever  be  thy  name  adored, 

By  all  in  earth  and  heaven : — 
To  one  thrice  holy,  triune  Lord, 
Be  glory  ever  given. 


341 


C.  If. 

PRAYER  FOR  A  CHRISTIAN  H  SICKNESS.— W.  H. 


OUE  gracious  Saviour  and  our  Lord, 
"Who  didst  in  days  of  yore, 
By  speaking  but  one  healing  word, 

Another's  servant  cure — 
Lo  !  here  thy  servant  lieth  ill, 

For  whom  thy  children  care ; 
Thou  art  the  Good  Physician  still — 
Wilt  thou  not  hear  our  prayer  ? 

2  The  same  thou  art  in  power  and  grace, 

We  cannot  doubt  thy  love  ; 
Though  now  in  heaven  before  thy  face 

Ten  thousand  angels  move  : 
With  wrestling  faith  our  hearts  we  pour 

Before  thy  gracious  throne, 
Wouldst  thou  another's  servant  cure, 

And  not  regard  thine  own  ? 

2  Thine  own  thou  surely  dost  regard, 
Redeemed  with  precious  blood, 
And  fit  him  for  his  high  reward, 
And  chasten  for  his  good : 


S50  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Thy  joyous  love  his  heart  sustain, 
Thy  grace  his  strength  renew ; 

And  quickly  raise  him  up  again, 
llis  Master's  work  to  do. 

4  A  single  Roman  soldier  sent 

H;s  message,  full  of  faith ; 
And  thou,  on  works  of  mercy  bent, 

His  servant  saved  from  death. : 
Behold  they  come,  themselves,  to  thee, 

Thine  own  disciples  dear, 
And  bend  in  faith  the  suppliant  knee, 

And  shed  th'  imploring  tear. 

6  Master  Supreme,  disease  and  wo 

Thy  sovereign  voice  obey; 
At  thy  command  they  come  and  go, 

Submissive  to  thy  sway. 
The  word  of  healing  mercy  send 

And  in  this  self-same  hour, 
Oh,  let  thy  servant,  Lord,  amend, 

And  glorify  thy  power. 


342 


CM. 

THE  PIOUS  DEAD. 


HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  pro 
claims 
For  all  the  pious  dead : 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  name, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  dead. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are ! 

From  sufferings  and  from  sin 

And  freed  from  every  snare. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  351 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
They're  present  with  the  Lord; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 


OAO  c  M 

tJJCZJ  BISHOP   HEBER. 

T3EXEATH  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 
-*-*  Is  equal  warning  given ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven. 

2  Their  names  are  graven  on  the  stone, 

Their  bones  are  in  the  clay  ; 
And  ere  another  day  is  gone, 
Ourselves  may  be  as  they. 

3  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze 

And  lurks  in  every  flower  ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour. 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay  ; 
And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night, 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

6  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 
Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 

6  Turn  !  mortal,  turn !  thy  danger  know; 
Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below 
And  warns  thee  of  the  dead. 


352  MISCELLANEOUS. 

7  Turn  !  Christian,  turn  !  thy  soul  apply, 
To  truth  divinely  given ; 
The  forms  that  underneath  thee  lie 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven. 


344 


JACOB'S   LADDER. — REVISED   BY  W.  H. 


TI^HEN  Jacob,  the  pilgrim,  was  wearied  by 
"       day, 
At  night  on  a  stone  for  a  pillow  he  lay, 
And  saw,  in  a  vision,  a  ladder  so  high, 
Its  foot  was  on  earth  and  its  top  in  the  sky 


Hallelujah  to  Jesus,  who  died  on  the  tree, 
To  raise  up  this  ladder  of  mercy  for  me  ! 
Press  upward,  press  upward,  the  prize  is  in  mtw% 
A  crown  of  bright  glory  is  ivaiting  for  you. 

2  This  heavenly  ladder  is  strong  and  well 

made, 
Has  lasted  for  ages,  and  is  not  decayed; 
The  feeblest  may  venture,  with  faith,  to  go 

up, 
And  angels  will  help  them  from  bottom  to 

top. 

Chorus. 

3  Lo  !  upward  and  downward  they  constantly 

go, 
Extending  a  hand  to  the  toilers  below ; 
And  when  a  new  climber  sets  out  for  tilt 

skies, 
Their  shouts  to  the  top  of  the  ladder  arise. 

Chorus. 


MISCELLANEOUS  353 

4  "Another,   another,"  they  sing,  in  their 

love, 
"Is    seeking    his    home   and   his   treasure 

above ;" 
And     angels     in     glory,    responding,    cry, 

"Come," 
And  welcome  each  penitent  sinner  up  home. 

Chorus. 

5  This  ladder  is  Jesus,   the  glorious  God- 

man, 

Whose  blood,  freely  streaming,  from  Calvary 

ran  ; 

By  his  great  atonement  to  heaven  we  rise, 

Aid  sing  in  the  mansions  prepared  in  the 

skies.  n. 

Chorus. 

6  Come,  sin-burthened  brother,  ascend  with 

your  load; 
No — leave  it  behind  you,  and  rise  up  to  God  ; 
3et  foot  on  the  ladder,  and  soon  you  will 

find 
f -he  troublesome  burden  of  sin  left  behind. 

Chorus. 

7  Now,  mount  up  the  ladder — be  bold — never 

fear ; 
It  bears  all  who  trust  it,  and  ever  will  bear  : 
Lo !    millions   have    tried   it,    and    reache 

Zion's  hill, 
And  thousands  on  thousands  are  climbing  it 

still.  Chorus. 

8  Upon  it   our  fathers  have  gone  home  to 

God- 
Have  finished  their  journey,  and  gained  their 
abode ; 

23 


NATIONAL  GRATITUDE. — LOVSLL. 


3  54  MISCELLANEOUS. 

And  we  are   ascending,  and  soon  will   b<* 

there, 
To  join  in  their  songs,  and  their  heaven  to 

share. 

Chortiu 

345 

TTP  to  thee,  Almighty  Father, 
^    Ancient  of  eternal  days, 
Throned  in  uncreated  glory, 

Hear  us  while  our  songs  we  raise. 
Praise  for  thine  unceasing  bounty, 

Poured  with  an  indulgent  hand ; 
Praise  for  blessings  still  increasing, 

Crowning  freedom's  favored  land. 

2  While  a  nation's  heart  is  leaping, 

Mighty  in  its  gushing  joy, 
May  the  song  of  adoration 

All  its  grateful  powers  employ ; 
Thine,  0  Lord,  shall  be  the  kingdom, 

Thine  the  power  and  glory  be, 
Thine  through  endless  ages  rolling, 

Thine  throughout  eternity. 


346 


CM. 

C.  WESLEY. 


WHAT  is  there  here  to  court  my  stay 
To  hold  me  back  from  home 
"While  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come  ? 
Shall  I  regret  my  parted  friends, 

Still  in  the  vale  confined? 
Nay,  but  whene'er  my  soul  ascend^ 
They  will  not  stay  behind. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  355 

The  race  we  all  are  running  n:>w  ; 

And  if  I  first  attain. 
They  too  their  willing  heads  shall  bow, 

They  too  the  prize  shall  gain  : 
Now  on  the  brink  of  death  we  stand, 

And  if  I  pass  before, 
They  all  shall  soon  escape  to  land, 

And  hail  rae  on  that  shore. 

Then  if  I  suddenly  remove, 

That  hidden  life  to  share, 
I  shall  not  lose  my  friends  above, 

But  more  enjoy  them  there. 
There  we  in  Jesus'  praise  shall  join, 

His  boundless  love  proclaim  ; 
And  solemnize,  in  songs  divine, 

The  marriage  of  the  Lamb. 


347 


an 


HPHY  gracious  presence,  0  my  Gcd, 
"■■    My  every  wish  contains  : 
TVith  this,  beneath  affliction's  rod, 

My  heart  no  more  complains. 
This  can  my  every  care  control, 

Gild  each  dark  scene  with  light; 
This  is  the  sunshine  of  the  soul, 

Without  it,  all  is  night. 

Oh,  happy  scenes  of  pure  delight, 

Where  thy  full  beams  impart 
Unclouded  beauty  to  the  sight 

And  rapture  to  the  heart. 
Her  part  in  those  fair  realms  of  blisa 

My  spirit  longs  to  know; 
My  wishes  terminate  in  this, 

Ncr  can  they  rest  below. 


356  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Lord,  shall  these  breathings  of  my  heart 

Aspire  in  vain  to  thee  ? 
Confirm  my  hope  that  where  thou  art, 

I  shall  forever  be  : 
Then  shall  my  cheerful  spirit  sing 

The  darksome  hours  away, 
And  rise  on  Faith's  expanded  wing, 

To  everlasting  day. 

OAO  "Long  time  ago.'''' 

OTlO  "WHEN  I  AM  GOXE." 

TV  FY  Christian  friends,  weep  not  forme, 

JJ-L     When  I  am  gone  ; 

And  when  my  lowly  grave  you  see, 

Oh,  do  not  mourn  ; 
But  praise  the  Lord,  I'm  freed  from  pain 

And  life's  rough  storm  ; 
And  pray  that  we  may  meet  again, 

When  I  am  gone. 

2  Plant  ye  some  wild-flowers  on  my  tomb 

"When  I  am  gone ; 
That  they  may  there  in  silence  bloom, 

O'er  your  loved  one  ; 
Entwine  a  chaplet  round  my  head, 

And  often  come 
And  view  where  sleep  the  early  dead, 

When  I  am  gone. 

3  And  oft,  my  friends,  in  after  years, 

WThen  I  am  gone, 
When  memory  opes  the  fount  of  tears, 

Sing  ye  this  song ; 
And  know  that  though  I  mouldering  lie, 

'Twill  not  be  long 
Till  we  shall  meet  in  yonder  sky, 

When  I  am  gone. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  357 


349 


THE  VICTORY   OF    TILe   ANGELS.— W.  H. 

GONE,  gone  from  earth's  wearisome  trial* 
and  wo ; 
The  contest  is  over  at  length ; 
We  selfishly  sought  to  detain  her  below, 
But  the  angels  excelled  us  in  strength;— 
Excelled  us  poor  mortals  in  strength. 

2  Commissioned  to  bear  from  our  bosoms 

away 
The  prize  of  our  heart's  fondest  love, 
They  left  in  our  grasp  but  the  vesture  of  clay, 
And  lodged  the  pure  spirit  above  ; — 
They  lodged  it  with  Jesus  above. 

3  By  prayer  unremitting  we  struggled  full  long 
The  cohorts  of  mercy  to  foil ; 

Till,  tuning  their  harps  to  the  voice  of  sweet 
song, 
They  vanquished,  and  bore  off  the  spoil  ;— 
Triumphantly  bore  off  the  spoil. 

4  What    marvel    the    spirit   accustomed   tc 

sighs, 
Allured  by  soft  melody's  tone, 
Should  plume  her  white  pinions,  and  mount 
to  the  skies, 
Where  sighing  is  nevermore  known; — 
Is  never — can  never  be  known  ? 

5  Ah !  wherefore  the  pious,  the  pure  and  the 

true, 
Thus  snatched  from  our  sin-flooded  shore, 
Where  saints,  greatly  needed,  are  feeble  and 
few, 
And  sinners  in  number  are  more:  — 
Where  sinners  are  stronger  and  more* 


358  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  Be  silent  the  cavil  that  whispers  within  •-- 
Death  comes  as  the  mandate  of  love, 

Removing  the  pious  from  suffering  and  sin, 
Because  they  are  needed  above; — 
More  needed  for  angels  above. 

7  They   need    them   to  strengthen  the  mi* 

nist'ring  throng, 
To  whom  the  sweet  office  is  given 
To  visit  us  wand'rers  with  harp  and  with 

song, 
And  woo  our  affections  to  heaven  ; — 
Our  friends — our  affections  to  heaven. 


350 


INDEPENDENCE  ODE. — MRS.  SIGOTJRNEY 


i^lLIME  !  beneath  whose  genial  sun 

^  Kings  were  quelled  and  freedom  won, 

Where  the  dust  of  Washington 

Sleeps  in  glory's  bed; 
Heroes,  from  thy  sylvan  shade, 
Changed  the  plough  for  battle-blade, 
Holy  men  for  thee  have  prayed, 

Patriot  martyrs  bled. 

Crownless  Judah  mourns  in  gloom, 
Greece  lies  slumbering  in  the  tomb, 
Rome  hath  shorn  her  eagle  plume, 

Lost  her  conquering  name  ! 
Youthful  nation  of  the  West, 
Rise  !  with  truer  greatness  blest ; 
Sainted  bands,  from  realms  of  rest, 

Watch  thy  brightening  fame. 

Empire  of  the  brave  and  free, 
Stretch  thy  sway  from  sea  to  sea: 
Who  shall  bid  thee  bend  the  knee 


MISCELLANEOUS.  S59 

To  a  tyrant's  throne  ? 
Knowledge  is  thine  armor  bright, 
Liberty  thy  beacon-light, 
God  himself  thy  shield  of  might, — 

Bow  to  him  alone. 


351 


CONVERSION. — *W.  H. 


MY  name  is  now  in  heaven  recorded, 
With    God's  own  children  numbered 
there ; 
A  crown  to  me,  a  throne  awarded — 

An  heir  of  God — a  chosen  heir! 
Fearless  upon  his  bosom  resting, 

To  him  through  Jesus  reconciled — 
All  his  unbounded  mercy  tasting — 
A  pardoned,  saved,  and  happy  child. 

Praise  to  the  Shepherd  good  and  holy, 

Who  watched  my  steps  while  far  astray. 
With  tears  pursued  me  in  my  folly, 

And  led  me  back  to  wisdom's  way: 
He  washed  me,  and  my  wounds  anointed, 

And  laid  me  on  my  Father's  breast, 
And  said,  while  to  his  wounds  he  pointed, 

"By  these,  beloved,  thou  art  blest." 

Hail !  time  of  holy  recreation, 

The  day  of  long  desired  repose; 
From  Jesus'  wounds  a  full  salvation, 

In  one  life-giving  current  flows: 
The  more  my  impotence  perceiving, 

The  strength  of  grace  the  more  I  feel, 
And  though  for  former  follies  grieving, 

Bejoice  with  joy  unspeakable 


360  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  And  daily  now  my  strength  renewing, 

My  Saviour  will  I  follow  still ; 
The  upward  narrow  path  pursuing, 

That  leads  to  Zion's  peaceful  hill : 
There,  in  the  Sabbath  never-ending, 

Ten  thousand  saints,  with  one  accord- 
Ten  thousand  angel  voices  blending— 

Sing,  "  Glory  !   glory  to  the  Lord!" 


352 


•''THERE  13  A  BETTER  DAY  A-COMIXG." — TV.  H-. 


up,  my  soul,  and  view  the  plains 
here  everlasting  beauty  reigns. 

CHORUS. 

There's  a  letter  day  a- coming  I 
Glory,  hallelujah  ! 

2  No  sickness  there — no  grief — no  sigh— 
For  there  the  dwellers  never  die. 

Chorus. 

8  "While  here,  we  groan  with  toil  and  care, 
But  we  shall  shine  in  glory  there : — 
Chorus. 

£  Shall  range  along  the  river-side, 
And  drink  the  cool  and  living  tide : — 

Chorus* 

5  Shall  stand  the  trees  of  life  below, 
And  pluck  the  fruits  that  on  them  grow  :— 
Chorus, 

fl  Shall    pluck    the    fruits  and  pluck  th« 
flowers, 
And  dwell  at  ease  in  angel  bowers. 

Chorus* 


MISCELLANEOUS.  361 

7  Our  huts  below  are  poor  and  old, 

Our  mansions  there  are  bright  with  gold. 

Chorus. 

8  And  there  our  once  so  weary  feet 
Shall  dance  along  each  glittering  street. 

Chorus. 

9  Cur  robes  shall  all  be  purest  white, 
Our  crowns  more  dazzling  than  the  light 

Chorus. 

10  Our  conquering  palms  shall  wave  around, 
Our  harps  like  David's  harp  shall  sound. 

Chorus. 

11  Our  songs  about  the  throne  shall  rise, 
Our  shouts  shall  echo  through  the  skies. 

:rus. 

12  Roll  on,  bright  day,  in  glory  roll, 
Arise  to  meet  it,  0  my  soul. 

Chorus. 


353 


the  boon  :z?..r.iz:.— w.  e. 


"IVrOURN.  my  harp,  the  soon  departed  I 
-*■ *■*■  Tender,  smiling  infancy  ! 
Childhood  pure  and  merry-hearted, 
Suatched  from  yearning  breasts  away. 

I  Yet,  abstain  from  grief  consuming  : — 
Rescued  from  the  future  ill, 
Safe  in  bowers  forever  blooming, 
They  are  living,  smiling  still : — 

8  Little  winged  seraphs,  fluttering, 
Now,  amid  celestial  beams : 
Now,  with  lute-like  voices,  uttering 
Spirit-whispers  in  our  dreams. 


362  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  Who  would  dim  their  raptured  vision 

With  the  veil  of  flesh  again? 
Who  would  dash  their  cup  elysian  ? 
Substitute  the  cup  of  pain  ? 

5  Who  would  hush  their  holy  carols  ? 

Break  their  harps  and  drown  their  songa! 
Bring  them  back  to  woes  and  perils  ? 
Subject  them  to  frauds  and  wrongs? 

6  Father,  oh,  forgive  our  carpings ! 

Let  that  joyous  seraph  band 
Round  thee  dance  with  happy  harpings, 
Still  the  loved  in  glory-land. 

7  Ills  can  nevermore  befall  them, 

Stars  in  Jesus'  diadem ; 
Nevermore  may  we  recall  them, 
But  we  hasten  on  to  them. 


354 


THE  AXGELS. — *W.  H. 


IOKD,  thou  hast  with  thee  on  high 
J  Myriad  hosts  in  bright  array; 
How  unlike  those  hosts  am  I, 
Feeble,  sinful,  dying  clay! 
Oh,  shall  I  at  last  be  there, 
Pure  as  those  good  angels  are  ? 

2  Clogged  with  this  corporeal  part, 
How  can  I  from  earth  arise? 
Give  me,  Lord,  an  angel  heart, 
Tending  to  its  native  skies — 
Dispositions  all  divine, 
As  a  heaven-born  child  of  thine. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  563 

S  Oh,  create  my  soul  anew, 

By  thy  Spirit  and  thy  Word ; 

And  with  wisdom  pure  endue, 
Like  an  angel  of  the  Lord ; 

Till  I  stand  in  heaven's  own  light, 

Perfect  in  my  Father's  sight. 

4  On  the  earth,  as  in  high  heaven, 

Let  thy  holy  will  be  done ; 
And  to  men  this  grace  be  given, 

In  obedient  paths  to  run, 
And  perform  a  service  true, 
As  the  holy  angels  do. 

5  Perils  thick  around  us  stand, 

Enemies  our  steps  waylay  ; 
Send,  0  Lord,  thine  angel  band, 

To  protect  us  night  and  day : 
Those  bright  watchers  round  our  bed, 
We  shall  sleep  devoid  of  dread. 

6  Like  thy  servant  Lazarus, 

When  his  weary  life  was  fled, 
Let  me,  dying,  pillow  thus 

On  an  angel's  breast  my  head, 
And  on  angels'  pinions  rise, 
Joyful  to  the  opening  skies. 

7  When  the  wicked  in  disgrace 

Sink  with  Satan  to  the  pit, 
Let  me  then  before  thy  face 

With  thy  ransomed  people  sit; 
And  to  all  eternity 
Like  a  blessed  ansrel  be. 


355 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


THE  SONG  OP  THE  DYIXG  SAINT. — *W.  H. 


A  LOFT!  aloft!  the  spirit  plumes  her  wings 
•£*■  To  leave  her  tent  below ; 
The  signal  sounds!  oh,  blessed  sound,  that 
brings, 
Deliverance  from  wo  : 
No  more  in  gloom  and  sadness, 

An  exile  shall  I  roam, 
But  haste,  with  songs  of  gladness, 
Up  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  Adieu,  my   friends,    and    let    your   joya 

abound ; 
Wipe  all  your  tears  away  ; 
Nor  with  an  unbecoming  grief  surround 
This  crumbling  piece  of  clay  : 
This,  on  the  coming  morrow, 

Shall  sleep  beneath  the  sod ; 
But  /,  set  free  from  sorrow. 
Shall  fly  away  to  God. 

3  Bow  down  upon  your  knees  and  fold  yofctf 

hands, 
And  shout  for  victory  ; 
Broken  are  all  my  fetters  and  my  bands, 
The  prisoner  is  free  ! 
Well  that  I  still  contended, 
Well  that  I  fainted  not , 
Now  is  my  warfare  ended, 
And  glorious  peace  my  lot. 

4  The  breath  of  life,  that  bears  my  soul  alofV 

And  heals  my  fainting  heart, 
The  gales  of  heavenly  fragrance,  sweet  Arrt 
soft, 
Invite  me  to  depart — 


MISCELLANEOUS.  365 

So  seeks  the  lark,  with  singing, 

On  buoyant  wing  to  soar, 
"When  vernal  flowers  are  springing, 

And  winter  is  no  more. 

6  I  see  a  new  and  glorious  light  arise ; 

The  veil  of  clouds  is  gone  ; 
And  through  the  portals  of  the  upper  skies 
Blushes  the  heavenly  dawn. 
The  earth  is  retrogressing, 

Where  suffering  long  I  lay ; 
Upward  my  soul  is  pressing, 
To  bathe  in  floods  of  day. 

6  I  see  them  now,  those  blessed  fields  of  light, 

The  long-sought,  wished-for  strand; 
I  hear  a  voice — "  Thy  faith  is  turned  to  sight; 

There  is  thy  father-land. 
In  patience  hast  thou  waited 

To  see  thy  promised  home  ; 
Thy  time  is  now  completed, 

The  hour  of  joy  has  come." 

7  Whom  do  I  see?  what  form  of  matchless 

grace 
To  greet  me  doth  arise ; 
Majestic  mildness  beaming  from  his  face, 
And  blessings  from  his  eyes ! 
Down  at  thy  feet  I  throw  me, 

Ana  speak  the  blissful  word, 
And  dost  thou,  dost  thou  know  me, 
0  Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord  ! 

8  He  smiles  and  lifts  me  to  his  bosom  nigh, 

His  once  afflicted  breast ; 
And  speaks — "  Come  thou  into  thy  Master's 

joy. 

Thine  everlasting  rest : 


366  MISCELLANEOUS, 

Here  will  I  safely  keep  thee, 
"With  all  my  followers  dear ; 

And  those  on  earth  who  weep  thee 
Will  soon  pursue  thee  here." 


356 


OH,  TELL    ME  NO  MORE. 


/^vH,  tell  me  no  more 

^  Of  the  world's  vain  store ; 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er; 

A  country  I've  found, 

Where  true  joys  abound; 
To  dwell  I'm    determined    on    that    happy 
ground. 

2  The  souls  that  believe 
In  paradise  live, 

And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive , 

My  soul,  don't  delay, 

He  calls  thee  away ; 
Rise !  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad 
day. 

3  No  mortal  doth  know 
What  he  can  bestow, 

What  light,  strength,  and  comfort — go  afte* 
him,  go ; 
So  onward  1  move 
To  a  city  above  ; 
None  guesses  how  wondrous  my  j  ourney  will 
prove. 

4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win 
From  death,  hell,  and  sin, 

Midst    outward    afliicticn,  shall  feel  Christ 
within ; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  367 

And  when  I'm  to  die, 
Receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  loved  uie,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

5  Cut  this  I  do  find, 
"We  two  are  so  joined, 

He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind  : 
So  this  is  the  race 
I'm  running  through  grace, 

Henceforth — till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's 
face. 

6  And  now  I'm  in  care 
My  neighbors  may  share 

These  blessings :  to  seek  them  will  none  of 
you  dare  ? 
In  bondage,  oh  why, 
And  death,  will  you  lie, 
When  one  here  assures  vou  free  grace  is  so 
nigh  ? 


357 


THE   CHRISTIAN   PILGRIM. — J.  CROSS. 


A    STRANGER  dejected  and  weary, 
"^        In  exile  I  roam, 
Through  deserts  all  darksome  and  dreary, 

In  quest  of  my  home  ; 
For  there  is  my  heart  and  my  treasure, 

And  there  I  shall  rest  before  long ; 
My  pain  all  exchanging  for  pleasure, 
My  sorrow  forgetting  in  song. 

2  The  friends  that.  I  love  have  departed, 
And  left  me  alone ; 
Sore  burdened  and  half  broken-hearted, 
I  sigh  to  be  gone  : 


368  MISCELLANEOUS. 

My  spirit,  with  ardent  endeavour, 
Pursues  to  that  heavenly  shore, 

Where  saints  will  be  seraphs  forever, 
And  friends  shall  be  parted  no  more* 

3  0  Jesus,  if  still  thou  dost  love  me, 
"Who  for  me  hast  died, 
In  pity  make  haste  to  remove  me, 

And  seat  by  thy  side  ; 
To  gaze  on  the  Saviour  that  bought  me, 

Or  lean  on  the  bosom  that  bled, 
And  sing  of  the  mercy  that  taught  me 
To  live  by  the  life  thou  hast  shed. 


358 


8s,  7s. 


•'T'HE  voice  of  my  beloved  sounds, 

-■-  While  o'er  the  mountain-top  he  boundi; 

He  flies  exulting  o'er  the  hills. 

And  all  my  soul  with  transport  fills : 
Gently  doth  he  chide  my  stay, 
"Rise,  my  love,  and  come  away." 

The  scattered  clouds  are  fled  at  last, 
The  rain  is  gone,  the  winter  past ; 
The  lovely  vernal  flowers  appear, 
The  warbling  choir  enchants  the  ear : 

Now,  with  sweetly  pensive  moan, 

Coos  the  turtle-dove  alone. 


359 


C.  M. 

THE  LIVING   WATERS. 


A  T  Jacob's  well  a  Stranger  sought 
•**-  His  drooping  frame  to  cheer ; 
Samaria's  daughter  little  thought 
That  Jacob's  God  was  near. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  369 

2  This  had  she  known,  her  fainting  mind 

For  richer  draughts  had  sighed; 
Nor  had  Messiah,  good  and  kind, 
Those  richer  draughts  denied. 

3  The  Man  who  came  on  earth  to  die, 

How  few  appear  to  know ! 
The  Friend  of  sinners,  passing  by, 
Is  still  esteemed  a  foe. 

4  The  sinner  must  the  Stranger  know, 

Or  soon  his  loss  deplore  ; 
Behold  the  living  waters  flow! 
Come,  drink  and  thirst  no  more. 


360 


S.  M. 

BALAAM'S   WISH. — WFH 


TTOW  blest  the  righteous  are, 
-*-■-  When  they  resign  their  breath.' 
No  wonder  Balaam  wished  to  share 
In  such  a  happy  death. 

2  Oh.  let  me  die,  said  he, 

The  death  the  righteous  do  ; 
When  life  is  ended,  let  me  be 
Found  with  the  faithful  few. 

8  The  force  of  truth  how  great, 
When  enemies  confess, 
None  but  the  righteous,  whom  they  bate;. 
A  solid  hope  possess  ! 

4  But  Balaam's  wish  was  vain — 
His  heart  was  insincere  ; 
He  thirsted  for  unrighteousness, 
And  sought  his  portion  here. 
24 


370  MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  May  we,  0  Lord  most  high, 

Warning  from  hence  receive  : 
If  like  the  righteous  we  would  die, 
To  choose  the  life  they  live. 


361 


C.  M. 

HEATER  DESIRED. — MOORE. 


rpHE  bird  let  loose  from  eastern  skiei, 
-*-    "When  hastening  fondly  home, 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies 

Where  idler  warblers  roam : 
But  high  she  shoots,  through  air  and  light* 

Above  all  low  delay ; 
Where  nothing  earthly  bounds  her  sight, 

Nor  shadow  dims  her  way. 

2  So  grant  me,  Lord,  from  every  care 

And  stain  of  passion  free, 
Aloft,  through  virtue's  purer  air 

To  urge  my  course  to  thee — 
No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay 

My  soul,  as  home  she  springs, 
Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 

Thy  freedom  in  her  wings. 


362 


THE  EXISTENCE  OP  GOD. — *W.  H. 


THERE  is  a  God  !  awe-struck,  I  feel 
The  glorious  truth  divine ; 
In  deepest  wo — in  highest  weal, 
This  constant  faith  be  mine : 
What  profits  all  this  earth  below, 
Or  what  can  hope  on  me  bestow, 
If  faith  in  God  decline  ? 


MISCELLANEOUS.  371 

V  Thou  art,  0  God !  thou  art  and  liv'st ; 

Like  rocks  my  faith  shall  stay ; 
Thou  only  perfect  virtue  giv'st, 

And  lead'st  in  virtue's  way  : 
Thou  art,  and  liv'st,  and,  far  and  near, 
I  see  it  in  thy  works  appear  : 

All,  all  thy  rule  obey. 

8  But  had  these  tokens  never  been, 
These  works  of  heavenly  art, 
Yet  could  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

And  find  thee  in  my  heart : 
I  am  !   I  am  !  how  could  I  be, 
Unless  my  being  came  from  thee, 
And  thou  my  Father  wert  ? 

4  "With  confidence  I  raise  my  thought 

Up  to  thv  throne  on  high  ; 
Thou  art,  0  God!   I  doubt  it  not, 

Though  hidden  from  mine  eye  : 
Let  this  my  faith  still  active  be 
In  works  of  holy  charity, 

Producing  heavenly  joy. 


363 


THE  GOOD^Z53  0?  THE   CREATOR. — *W.  E. 


TyHEX,  0  Creator,  when  thy  might 
'  "     And  wisdom  I  survey, 
Thy  love,  that  never  sleeps  by  night, 

That  never  tires  by  day — 
How  shall  I  praise  thee  as  I  ought? 

How  fails  each  laboring  word  ! 
Thy  glories  overpower  my  thought, 

My  Father,  God,  and  Lord. 


372  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  My  eyes  behold,  wherever  turned, 

Thy  wonders  with  delight ; 
The  heavens,  most  splendidly  adorned, 

Reflect  the  God  of  might. 
Who  raised  the  sun  to  rule  the  day, 

Of  heaven  the  brilliant  boast? 
Who  clothed  him  with  his  majesty? 

Who  rules  the  starry  host  ? 

3  Who  calls  from  high  the  teeming  rain  T 

Who  measures  out  the  winds  ? 
Who  opens  up  earth's  fruitful  plain, 

And  all  her  stores  unbinds  ? 
0  God  of  power  and  gloriousness, 

To  thee  the  praise  be  given ! 
Thy  goodness  spreads,  all  lands  to  bless. 

Far  as  the  clouds  of  heaven. 

4  My  soul,  exalt  the  sovereign  Lord, 

Extol  his  glories  high  ; 
Our  God  and  Father  be  adored, 

Through  all  the  earth  and  sky. 
Who  would  not  serve  thee,  God  of  power  ? 

Our  great  Jehovah  fear  ? 
In  thee  we  trust  each  passing  hour, 

Thee  evermore  revere. 


364 


DUTY  TO  THE  CHRISTIAN  BROTHERHOOD.—-*  W.  B. 


WE  are  one  in  sinful  nature, 
All  descended  from  the  same : 
Help  through  one  great  offering  came, 
Through  the  Lamb,  the  Mediator; 
And  the  joys  prepared  in  heaven, 
On  like  terms  to  all  are  given 


MISCELLANEOUS.  373 

2  Shall  I  then,  God's  children  hating, 
Cease  to  see  their  wants  or  woes- 
Ne'er  show  mercy  to  my  foes — 
Ne'er  my  rigid  claims  abating — 
Careless  for  thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Fearless  for  thy  judgment-sword  ? 

I  Jesus,  for  thy  blood-pursuers 

Thou  didst  offer  earnest  prayer ; 
And  the  loads  which  thou  did'st  bear, 
Was  the  load  of  evil-doers  ; 

Yet  no  vengeance  didst  thou  call, 
Suffering  and  forgiving  all. 

4  If,  through  sinful  inclination. 

My  torn  heart  should  go  astray, 

And  to  wrath  and  hate  give  way, 
Help  me  then  to  vanquish  passion; 

Thee  my  Saviour  let  me  see, 

Going  to  the  death  for  me. 
6  How  thy  tears  of  sorrow  teeming, 

When  thine  eyes  beheld  my  end : 

How  for  me,  thou  sinners'  friend, 
Once  thy  precious  blood  was  streaming; 

How  thou  suffered'st  on  the  tree — 

This,  all  this,  oh  let  me  see  ! 
I  Let  me  mark  thy  footsteps  bloody — 

Learn  to  do  as  thou  hast  done ; 

"Whoso  hates  is  not  a  son — 
Not  a  member  of  thy  body, 

Forfeits  all  his  hopes  above, 

Loathed  of  God,  the  God  of  love. 
*  Help  me,  Lord,  to  practise  fully 

All  thy  holy  sovereign  will ; 

Patience,  meekness,  kindness  still : 
Love  like  thee,  my  Saviour,  truly; 


S74  MISCELLAXEO  US. 

Gentle,  peaceful,  courteous,  mild, 
Easy  to  be  reconciled. 

8  Every  Christian  is  a  brother 

Member  of  our  Head,  once  slain 
Life,  and  grace  for  all  to  obtain; 
Let  us  therefore  love  each  other — 
Hold  each  other  up  in  prayer, 
Pardon,  comfort,  and  forbear. 


365 


RIGHTEOUSNESS   AM)   TRUTH. — *W.  II. 


TXOW  blest  the  man  well-doing, 
-*--*-  "Who  as  he  is  appears  ; 
An  honest  life  pursuing, 

Through  long  continued  years  1 
Whose  soul,  to  right  devoted, 

In  love  of  virtue  strong, 
Preserves  himself  unspotted 

From  avarice,  fraud,  and  wrong. 

2  Blest  who,  with  strength  increasing, 

Adheres  to  truth  and  faith : 
For  God  with  grace  and  blessing 

"Will  honor  him  till  death ; 
Then  raise  him  up  to  heaven, 

To  shine  in  garments  bright; 
While  sinners  shall  be  driven, 

Disgraced,  to  endless  night. 

3  0  Lord !  deception  ever 

Keep  from  my  breast  away, 
That  tongue  and  lip  may  never 

Indulge  in  vain  display; 
Oh,  make  my  conscience  tender, 

Dissembling  to  eschew, 
And  studiously  to  render 

To  every  man  his  due. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  375 

4  The  word  which  I  have  spoken, 

Though  to  my  own  great  harm, 
Let  me  preserve  unbroken, 

And  faithfully  perform  ; 
Nor  help  to  circulation, 

Through  pride  and  motives  vain, 
A  baseless  fabrication, 

My  credit  to  sustain. 

5  Let  prudence  still  beside  me 

Hold  out  her  leading  hand, 
In  all  my  words  to  guide  me, 

That  1  may  understand, 
When  for  another,  meetly, 

To  speak  with  friendship  bold ; 
When  for  myself  discreetly  : 

And  when  my  peace  to  hold. 

6  0  Saviour,  keep  far  from  me 

All  fraud,  deceit,  and  lies  ; 
Nor  love  of  gain  o'ercome  me, 

Whatever  be  the  prize. 
Lo,  here  great  joy  thou  givest, 

And  yonder  crowns  to  own, 
Where  thou  in  glory  livest, 

And  fraud  is  never  known. 


366 


FIRST    PART. — *W.  H. 


PROCLAIM,  ve  ransomed  ones,  proclaim, 
Uplifted  from  the  fall, 
Through  whom  your  great  salvation  came, 
Through  whom  your  blessings  all : 
From  yonder  rifted  Rock, 
In  holy  anger  struck, 
A  crystal  fount  outgushmg  rolls, 
The  well  of  life  to  dying  souls 


O  76  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  The  glorious  God  becomes  a  man, 

To  suffer  in  our  stead ; 
And  raises,  by  his  wondrous  plan, 
Lost  nature  from  the  dead : 
Through  Jacob's  favored  race, 
First  flowed  the  stream  of  grace ; 
Now  runs  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  gospel  of  the  grace  of  God. 

3  This  living  fount  itself  divides 

In  two  congenial  streams  ; 
And  softly  bears  upon  its  tides 
The  souls  whom  God  redeems : 
That  one  the  patriarchs  bore 
On  to  the  heavenly  shore  ; 
On  this,  adown  through  sorrow's  vale, 
Jesus,  thine  own  disciples  sail. 

4  Meanwhile  is  this  terrestrial  sphere 

To  man  in  goodness  given  ; 
Not  to  lay  up  his  treasure  here, 
But  to  prepare  for  heaven  : 
'Tis  but  the  dressing-place, 
Where  robes  of  righteousness, 
Washed  and  made  white  in  Jesus'  blood, 
We  may  put  on,  and  haste  to  God. 


367 


PART  SECOND. 


f1  HEIST,  from  his  glorious  throne  on  higl^, 
^   Came  down  to  seek  our  love  ; 
We  also  must  ourselves  deny, 
To  reign  with  him  above : 
His  crown  he  laid  aside, 
To  gain  the  Church,  his  bride, 
And  never  can  the  soul  find  rest 
Till  leaning  on  the  Saviour's  breast 


' 


MISCELLANEOUS.  377 

2  Then  be  his  glorious  name  adored, 
Who  our  deliverance  wrought : 
Through  him  is  all  our  loss  restored ; 
To  him  let  all  be  brought ; 

"Whoso  his  grace  receives, 

And  on  his  name  believes, 
Must  do  like  him  the  Father's  will, 
Else  is  his  heart  a  Babel  still. 

t  Come,  then,  whoe'er  would  live  aright : 
Through  Jesus'  cleansing  blood, 
First  make  your  hearts  in  God  delight, 
And  love  and  practise  good ; 
His  church  ye  then  shall  be, 
From  wrath  and  doubting  free  ; 
Then  shall  the  glorious,  bleeding  Lamb 
Your  Bridegroom  be,  your  daily  psalm. 

4  But  ye  who,  living  still  in  sin, 
Your  zeal  for  God  declare, 
Look  deep  within  you,  and  begin 
The  reformation  there  ; 
Forsake  your  lust  and  sin, 
And  let  pure  love  come  in ; 
And  till  your  hearts  this  grace  obtain, 
Lay  by  your  songs — your  songs  are  vaiiv 


368 


CONFIDENCE  IN  GOD. 


QUE,  Father  God,  the  God  of  power, 
^  Our  stay,  our  shield,  to  thee, 
When  darkening  clouds  of  danger  lour, 
With  confidence  we  flee. 

2  In  seasons  of  foreboding  harm, 
WTien  anxious  thoughts  invade, 
We  hang  upon  thy  sheltering  arm, 
Nor  dare  to  be  afraid. 


878  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  And  -when  around  us  hosts  of  foes, 

With  "wrathful  threats  combine, 
Thou  biddest,  in  our  night  of  woes, 
Thy  star  of  promise  shine. 

4  Ah,  were  there  no  sweet  throne  of  gfica, 

How  wretched  were  our  doom  ! 
This  earth  would  be  a  lonesome  place, 
More  dreadful  than  the  tomb. 

6  But  ours  thou  art,  our  faithful  God, 
And  we  are  thine  alone ; 
The  purchase  of  his  precious  blood 
"Who  sits  upon  the  throne. 

6  And  to  thy  throne  our  hearts  ascend, 

They  follow  Jesus  there, 
"Who  calls  himself  our  brother,  friend, 
And  joins  with  ours  his  prayer. 

7  Through  him,  in  endless  plenitude, 

Are  all  our  wants  supplied ; 
And  still  the  highest  form  of  good 
Is  found  in  prayer  denied. 


369 


8s,  7s. 

THE   GOSPEL    SHIP. 

0  !   the  gospel  ship  is  sailing, 
^  Bound  for  Canaan's  peaceful  shore; 
All  who  wish  to  sail  for  glory, 

Come,  and  welcome,  rich  and  poor. 

CHORUS. 

Glory!   Glory!  Hallelujah! 

All  her  sailors  loudly  cry  ; 
While  the  blissful  port  of  glory 

Opens  to  each  faithful  eye. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  S79 

2  Thousands  she  has  safely  landed, 
Far  beyond  this  mortal  shore  : 
Thousands  still  are  sailing  in  her, 
Yet  there's  room  for  thousands  more. 
Chorus. 
%  Richly  laden  with  provisions — 
"Want  her  sailors  never  know  ; 
Gospel  grace  and  every  blessing 
From  her  noble  Pilot  flow. 

Chorus. 
i  Sails  well  filled  with  heavenly  breezes, 
Swiftly  waft  the  ship  along, 
All  her  company  rejoicing; 

"  Glory!"  bursts  from  every  tongue. 
Chorus. 
6  Do  not  fear  the  ship  will  founder, 
Though  the  foaming  billows  roar  ; 
Jesus  Christ  will  safely  guide  her 
To  her  destined,  happy  shore. 

Chorus. 

6  Foes  may  try  to  overturn  her, 

But  their  efforts  will  be  vain ; 
Guided  by  so  great  a  Captain, 
Sail  she  must  across  the  main. 

Chorus. 

7  Waft  along  this  noble  vessel, 

All  ye  gales  of  gospel  grace, 
Bearing  all  her  faithful  sailors 
To  their  heavenly  landing-place. 
Chorus. 

8  Come,  poor  sinners,  be  converted; 

Sail  with  us  o'er  life's  rough  sea, 
And  with  us  you  will  be  happy, 
Happy  in  eternity.  Chorus. 


INDEX. 


Page 
A  home  in  heaven !  •  •  -301 
A  poor  wayfaring  man -275 

A  song  for  the  day 217 

A  stranger  dejected-  •  -367 
A  strong  tower  is  the-  -341 

A  voice  from  the 189 

Accept  our  thanks  for -220 
Adieu,  my  dear  breth. -252 

Afflictions,  though 331 

All  ye  that  pass  by 102 

All  hail  to  the  power-  -105 
Aloft !  aloft !  the  spirit  364 
Along  the  banks  where  2S3 
Amazing  grace,  how  sw.  61 
An  alien  from  God,  •  •  •  72 
Approach,  my  soul,  the  32 
As  on  the  cross  the  •  •  3S 
At  Jacob's  well  a  stran.  368 
Attend,  young  friends,  •  23 

Awake,  my  soul,  in 109 

Awake,  my  faith,  and  -165 
Awake  thy  song,  O-  •  •  «112 
Awake,  our  drowsy-  •  •  -180 
Awake,  ye  saints,  and-10S 

Awaked  by  Sinai's 33 

Away  from  his  home-  -301 

Be  kind  to  thy  father  ■  .228 

Be  present  at  our 229 

Behold  a  stranger  at-  •  20 
Behold  the  pilgrim  as-  .138 

Behold  the  wretch, 13 

Beneath  cur  feet  and-  -351 

Blest  hour!  when 337 

Brethren,  hear  the 122 

Brethren,  here  are 313 

Brethren,  we  have  met  50 

Brethren,  while  we 131 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates  95 
By  cool  Siloam's  shady  -267 

360 


By  faith  I  view  my 335 

By  faith  we  view  fair-  -140 
By  whom  was  David- «  139 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow  21 
Christ,  from  his  glori.-376 
Clime!  beneath  whose  358 
Come  and  taste  along-  •  78 
Come,  brethren  dear  •  -121 

Come,  children,  let 212 

Come,  gentle  sleep 292 

Come,  let  us  join  our-  -132 
Come,  my  soul,  and  let  36 
Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  53 
Come  sound  his  praise -108 
Come,  trembling  sinner 

in  whose  heart, 13 

Come,  trembling  sinner, 

from  thy  seat, 325 

Come,  ye  disconsolate  •  •  227 
Come,  ye-weary  sinners  41 
Creator,  Preserver 270 

Daughter  of  Zion 12T 

Day  of  judgment,  day  •  244 
Days  of  my  youth,  ye  -303 
Death  shall  not  destroy  133 

Draw  nigh  to  us, •  §9 

Drooping  souk,  no  •  •  —   i\ 

Earth  to  earth  and-  ••  •  9f 
Encompassed  with  •  •  ~29i 

Far  above  yon  glorious  1*5 
Far  from  my  thoughts  275 
Farewell,  dear  friends -203 

Farewell  to  thee 201 

Father,  I  long.  I  faint -144 
Father  in  heaven,  the  347 
Firmly,  brethren-  •  .—323 


Hail,  hidden  mystery  •  •  PS 
Hail,  happy  day.  when  211 
Hail  our  country's-  ••  -274 
Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  ■'207 
Hail  the  hlest  morn    ''173 

Hail,  the  day  that 216 

Hail  to  the  Lord's-  • 
Hail,  ye  sighing  bob  - 
Happy  the  man  whose -338 

Happy  the  spirit 323 

Hark!  from  the  cross  •  37 
Hark  the  voice  of  love  250 
Haste  again,  ye  days  •  «249 
Have  you  heard  of  that  150 
Heal  the  royal  proela.  11 
Hear  what  the  voice  -350 
Heaven  is  a  place  of  «141 

His  vestments  of 93 

Hither,  ye  faithful, 175 

Holy  Bible  I  book  divine  170 

How  blest  the  man 374 

How  blest  the  place-  •  -156 
How  blest  the  right.  •  -360 
How  brightly  beams  •  •  17 
How  firm  a  foundation  70 
How  happy  are  the  fav.  71 
How  happy  are  the  new  81 


INDEX 
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Fly  away  to  thy  long-  151 
Fly  to  the  fountain,  fly  12 
Fly  up.  my  soul,  and-  -360 
Friend  after  friend  •  •  -271 
From  all  that's  mortal  63 
From  every  stormy-  •  •  -223 
From  Greenland's  icy  •  1  v4 
From  the  regions  of-  •  -174 


Give  thanks  to  God 110 

Glorious  things  of  thee  265 
Go  forth  to  distant-  -.188 
Go  forth,  ye  heralds-  ■  •  16 
God,  and  his  law,  are-  -171 
God  bless  our  native-  -2>2 
God  counts  the  sorrows  335 

God  of  our  fathers 21-t 

Gone,  gone  from  earth's  357 
Grace:  'tis  a  charming  104 
Guide  me.  O  thou  great  51 


381 

Pag* 
How  lovely,  how  -...-..  91 

How  painfully  pleasing  173 
How  peaceful  is  the  •  •  134 
How  pleasant  'tis  to  see  80 

How  sad  are  the S3 

How  sweet,  how 86 

How  sweet  is  the 86 

How  sweet  the  name-  '111 
How  sweet  to  reflect-  •  -317 


I  am  a  pilgrim 12 

I  am  fading  away  to-  -16 
I  hoar  thee  speak  of  a  294 
I  know  that  my-  ••  •-•-•  74 
I  love  to  sing  when  I-  -236 
I  seek  a  place  which  is  158 
I  would  not  live  always  143 
If  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  254 
I'll  meet  thee  at  the  •  -205 
I'll  sing  my  Saviour's-  -313 

I'm  glad  that  I  am 129 

I'm  happy,  I'm  happy  6S 
Tni  tin.  d  with  visits  •  •  262 

I'm  travelling  to 344 

In  all  my  Lord's 116 

In  error's  way  you-  •  •  -311 
In  evil  long  I  took-  •  •  •  75 
In  pure  and  fervent- -310 
In  seasous  of  grief,  to-  -290 
In  this  glad  employ 302 

Jerusalem,  built  grand  332 
Jerusalem,  my  happy-  -139 
Jerusalem  I  my  happy  142 
Jerusalem. thy  man sionl55 
Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  234 
Jesus,  I  love  thy  charm. 114 
Jesus,  1  my  cross  have  64 
Jesus,  thou  art  the-  •  •  •  56 
Jesus.  I  throw  my  arms  37 
Jesus  !  thy  love  shall-  -100 
Jesus,  to  everv  willing  264 
Joyfully,  joyfully,.  •  •  •  324 

Let  me  go.  the  day  is-  -2S0 

Let  thy  kingdom 52 

Let  us  love,  and  sing. -242 
Life  is  the  time  to  .—  20 


382  INDEX. 

Pag* 

Life  let  us  cherish 208 

Lift  up  your  hearts  ••  •  118 
Light  of  those  whose*  •  39 
Listed  into  the  cause-  •  9 
Lc!  the  gospel  ship  is-  378 
Lord,  thou  hast  with-  -362 

Love!  love!  love! 327 

Love  sounds  in  her-  •  •  -334 
Mary  to  her  Saviour's -225 
Mercy,  0  thou  Son  of-  •  34 
Mid  scenes  of  confusion  65 
Morn  of  Zion's  glory-  -198 
Mourn,  my  harp,  the-o61 
My  Christian  friends-  -356 
My  days,  my  weeks-  •  -315 
My  dearest  friends,  in -200 
My  God,  permit  me  not  277 
My  hope  hath  found  a  75 
My  Lord,  my  life  at-  •  -320 
My  mansion  in  the  sky  168 
My  name  is  now  in-  •  •  -359 
My  rest  is  heaven  •  •  •  -154 
My  soul,  come  meditate  273 
My  thoughts  on  awful  251 
Native  land !  in  summer  191 
Night  wraps  the  land-  -185 
Now  begin  the  heavenly  106 
Now  sendest  thou 342 

0  happy  day  that  fixed  221 
O  Jesus,  I  have  come  to  45 
O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  152 
O  thou  in  whose  pres*  •  91 
O  thou,  the  helpless-  ■  -299 
O  thou,  who  driest  the-  56 
Oh !  bless  the  Lord  for  296 

Oh  for  a  breeze 128 

Oh  for  a  shout  of 110 

Oh  happy  the  day  he-  -213 

Oh  how  charming, 178 

Oh  how  can  I  forget  •  79 
Oh  I  have  roamed  •  •  *159 
Oh  let  me  sing  of  sins  •  •  67 

Oh  meet  me  at  the 203 

Oh  no,  we  cannot  sing  330 
Oh  praise  the  Lord !  his  339 
Oh  say,  can  you  set*  by -2S6 


Pag* 

Oh  sing  to  me  of  heav'n  152 
Oh,  tell  me  no  more  •  -369 

Oh!  there  will  be 255 

Oh  !  weep  not  for  the-  -290 
Oh  when  shall  I  see  •  •  -115 
Oh!  where  shall  rest -.301 
One  there  is,  above  all  101 
Our  bondage  here  shall  162 
Oui  Father  God,  the  *  -377 
Our  gracious  Redeemer  24ft 
Our  gracious  Saviour  -349 
Our  heavenly  Father,  -348 
Our  souls  by  love 61 

Peacefully,  tenderly*  •  -199 
People  of  the  living  God  14 
Pilgrim,  burdened  with  129 
Poor,  wildered,  weeping   45 

Prayer  is  the  soul's 47 

Precious  Bible!  what  a  16& 
Proclaim,  ye  ransomed  37? 

Religion  is  a  glorious*  •  88 
Religion  is  the  balm  of  314 

Review  the  palsied 43 

Rise,  crowned  with 177 

Rise,  my  soul,  and*  ••  *119 

Safely  through  another  253 
Saints,  exult !  adieu  to  194 
Saints  of  God!  what  **284 
Saviour,  visit  thy  plan.  57 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour  !  •  •  96 
See,  Christian,  see  how  166 
See  the  Lord  of  glory*  •  97 
See  the  shadows  thick.  297 
Seek,  my  soul,  the  nar.  5ft 
Shed  not  a  tear  o'er*  •  «166 

Shepherd  of  tender 209 

Since  Jesus  freely  did  -260 
Since  man  by  sin  has*  «23G 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye*  •  104 

Sinner,  come 21 

Sinners,  the  city  where  28 
Sinners,  will  you  scorn  19 
Six  days  the  Lord  emp.340 

Soft  be  the  gently 300 

Soldiers  of  the  cross    -127 


INDEX.  383 

Pag* 

Thou  God  of  mercy.  •  •  •  338 
Thou  only  sovereign  of  78 

Thou  sweet  gliding 94 

Though  horn  to  suffer- 129 


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Bongs  of  praise  the 113 

Soon  we  shall  see  the  -133 

Soul,  why  to  earth  a-  .346 

Stoop  down,  my  tho'ts  273 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop   22  ;  Though  in  the  outward  15 

Sweet  muse,  descend  •  -230     Though  to  a  distant-    -195 


Sweet  rivers  of  redeem. 144 
Sweet  the  moments  • -224 

Tell  me  no  more  of ■  •  •  •  77 
Ten  thousand  times-  •  -269 
The  bird  let  loose  from  370 

The  chariot:  the 246 

■The  child!  the  child  .-237 
The  grave  is  void !  •  •  •  •  181 
The  heavenly  home  is  153 
The  hosts  of  God!  the  241 
The  Lord  mv  shepherd  265 
The  Lord  shall  come  -  -268 
The  morning  bright,  -340 
The  ransomed  spirit  to  257 
The  scene  was  more  •  -248 

The  specious  world 66 

The  stars!  the  stars  1 .  297 
The  vernal  flowers  •  •  •  232 
The  voice  of  free  grace  235 
The  voice  of  my  beloved  363 
There  comes  a  day,  a-  -305 

There  is  a  fountain 35 

There  is  a  God !  awe  •  «370 
There  is  a  happy  land  210 
There  i3  a  heaven  ab.  •  125 
There  i3  a  holy  city.  •  •  «137 
There  i.s  a  land  immor.  161 
There  is  a  land  of  plea.117 
There  is  a  land,  surpas.160 
There  is  a  place  where  157 
There  is  a  pure  and  •  •  228 
There  is  a  spot  to  me-  .306 
There  is  a  tear  of  sweet  202 
There  is  an  hour  of-  •  •  «140 
There 's  not  a  tint  that  281 
There 's  not  a  brigh  t  -  1 67 
They  have  gone  to  the  197 
Think  of  me  when  at-  -207 

This  life's  a  dream 229 

Tbou  art  gone  to  the-  «259 
Thou  God  of  harmony  278 


Through  shades  and  •  •  288 
Thy  gracious  presence  355 
'Tis  a  point  I  long  to-  •  34 
'Tis  good  to  wait  upon  55 
:Tis  pleasant  to  sing  •  -146 
To  leave  my  dear  fr'ds    43 

Unveil  thy  bosom 2*1 

Up  to  thee,  Almighty.  .354 

Yital  spark  of  heaven.  136 

Wake,  isles  of  the  sou.  136 
Watchman,  tell  us  of-  -137 
We  are  one  in  sinful  •  «372 

We  are  travelling 26 

We  come  with  joy  and -217 
We're  bound  for  the  •  -307 
We're  marching  to  the  27 
We  've  no  abiding  city  129 
What  if  our  bark  o'er  247 
What  is  there  to  court  354 
What  various  hindran  •  •  54 
What  wondrous  love  is  257 
What's  this  that  steals  147 

When  for  eternal 135 

When  God  is  near 270 

When  God  revealed  his  107 
When  I  look  o'er  the-  -285 
When  I  survey  the-  •  •  «226 
When  Jacob,  the  pilg.  352 
When  marshaled  on  •  •  106 
When  morning  pours  326 
When  mv  soul  is  distr.291 
When,  O  Creator,  when  371 
When  our  Lord  was  •  •  •  254 
When  shall  we  all  meet  207 
When  sore  afflictions-  -231 
When  the  harvest  is- -268 
When  torn  is  thy  bos.  239 
When  tossed  on  error's  87 
Where  we  our  wearied  227 


384  INDEX 

Page 

Which  of  the  petty 234 

While  in  this  hostile-  -321 
While  thee  I  seek,  pro.  69 
While  wandering  to  ■  •  -309 
While  with  ceaseless-  -310 
Whither  goest  thou  •  -120 
Who  is  this  that  comes  103 
Who  shall  forbid  our-  -233 


Pag* 

Ye  angels,  who  mortals  59 

Ye  erring  souls  that 29 

Ye  glittering  toys  of •  •  •  40 
Ye  jewels  of  my  Master  83 
Ye  virgin  souls,  arise-  -143 
Yes,  my  native  land,  I  192 
Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose  180 
You  may  sing  of  the  •  -222 


Who  will  go  to  rear  the  191  j  Young  people,  all  atten.  24 

Why  wanderest  thou-  •  30 

Wo,  wo  to  the  sinner  •  •  329    Zion,  the  marvellous     171 

With  joy  we  meet 215 

Within  the  tented 295  I 


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